I was advised to call your betrayal something other than betrayal so I am going to call your betrayal your Toyota Camry.

Someone is learning accordion downstairs.

Why even live in Canada if moose

never destroy the tasteful apartments

of hipsters playing the accordion?

I felt more alone when you still lived here,

so watching a mouse skitter in the kitchen

or getting up to eat Count Chocula

over the sink are not things that sadden me.

Perhaps the hyperbole proves a point:

your Toyota Camry made a statement.

I’m frankly amused I still do normal things,

your Toyota Camry once hurt so much.

If I found an accordion, just before

bringing it to a pawn shop, I’d squeeze out

a few bars of that song I think you liked,

happy I could, at least, make it sound awful.