98%

98% of all my relationships,
known in the field as love relationships,
have been spent in depression.

Ah, but in retrospect such sweet memories:
shooting pool with my first husband,
shopping for underwear,
returning library books,
making milkshakes in the middle of the night,
the way he lectured from the front of the room.

Tonight, cleaning out files,
warranties under miscellaneous,
I find the photo with your jacket on the hook.

It would lead me to believe
the thing to do is constantly pretend
you’re remembering.