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In 2007, one of my most dastardly ex-boys, who was fresh from a West Palm rehab facility (and mighty self-satisfied) when we were together in 2003, fell off of the wagon. Petrova wrote me a series of haiku on and around the subject, to which I replied in kind. I have kept quiet a few of the extra-unsavory ones (mostly mine) and redacted his last name--

never changed the sheets
stunk of old spice and beef tips
rugby and gay love

dan s___ drinks again
hope he wrecks his boxy car
smug grin off his face.

wish i washed my hands

after i applied self-tan

(i look like jaundice.)

bored children in rye
turn to drugs to numb the pain
of living in rye.

rye is damn good bread
pumpernickel is good too
marble rye is best.