Your Missing Rib Poem by Louise Melodine Flores

'Love waits, lust rushes',
some idiot on Instagram preaches.
Or Idstagram, if you will.
I call him one, but it's the truth
he brews, spews and spill.
He's an idiot for he fell in love indeed.
'Find your missing rib, not another boner',
another proclaimsㅡa poet this time around.
That would be me, only if you want.
I meant the idiot poet or your missing rib.
You can call me a fool, for it's the truth
I keep, speak and kill.
A friend who lies or a lover who stays still.
I could be both, if you wish.
Choice is not mine, not this time.