V.A.L.I.N.Must: / tolerate my stare / when you cry over exes,
understand / that my love language / is ‘leaving snacks outside your door
and pretending it was the cat’,
and never / ever / ask me / why
I don’t / miss you / correctly
"I Bought You Chips & Now We’re Even"
Your love is a vending machine—
I press A7,
you dispense warmth
in foil-lined packets.
No change required.