Chipotle Cups

He had me hold our cups

teeming with sugary soda

since his hands held the handlebars of his bike

so I waddled along beside him

as he peddled and I trudged

up the enormous hills

dotting the landscape of highland

he told me of his fears

that he would end up like her

locked in an infirmary

and scaring off his dear ones

since insanity, they say, is genetic

and as the cups fell apart in my palms

I sprinted in front of the bike

as we pulled over to the side

as cars approached

He said

all his friends are fair-weather

and when they succeed

he’ll be left in their dust

with all the rubble they made

and I looked into his eyes

as he’d done lots for me

and attempted to be reassuring

I told him I’d always stay

that he’s my beloved

and that he means more than all of them

and if they abandon him

my fat arms are what he can run to

and he said

Fuck it- I’m not going to their party

I’m going to stay with you

…That is, if that’s okay

And I said

Love- 

there’s no way I’d rather spend my last night at home