Rejection Should Go

Rejection should go to that new pasta place,
and enjoy a seven-dollar ravioli bowl
with a guy she doesn't even know.
She should thank her supportive friend
for trying to set her up
with a nice, respectable young man.
She should forget all about him,
the jerk who shattered her heart
with a ten-pound sledgehammer.
She should stuff her slim face
with warm breadsticks
and a mound of ranch-drenched salad.
She should giggle
at all her date's jokes,
even though she's morbidly depressed,
and smile throughout the night,
even though the face grinning back at her
isn't the one she wants.
She should just give
the polite, boring guy
a chance
and disregard
the rude, arrogant idiot
who ignores her.
But knowing poor Rejection,
she'll stay locked up in her room,
staining her satin pillow
with mascara-laced tears.
Because the guy she really loves
is in love with someone else.