My ex showed up on my doorstep one day,
after I’d kicked him out.
He handed me a bag
with a dozen eggs and
a half-pound of bologna.
Okay.
I took it just to get him off my back.
Imagine my surprise when
I met a mutual friend the same day,
and he said,
“I saw Alex today,
he was bragging that he’d stocked your fridge
from top to bottom.”