I took the arrow out

I took the arrow out
of my arm
and flung it
at Cupid

‘why do you do that
when there are none
to love me!?’

Cupid just laughed
and flew behind
the cabbages

‘stop feeding me
your Oak’
I said
over my shoulder

going into
the house
putting on
Meatloaf’s
‘For Crying
Out Loud’

I wean
the yoke

off Cupid’s
arrows

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