"Eventually something you love is going to be taken away.
And then you will fall to the floor crying.
And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you:
You’re falling to the floor crying thinking,
“I am falling to the floor crying,”
But there’s an element of the ridiculous to it —
You knew it would happen and, even worse,
While you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor
and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.
And when you’re having sex with your next lover on this very floor
they will also notice that you didn’t paint it very well
and they will think less of you for it.
And then you think, “Is that sentence too long?”
and then you have to hold the contradictions of sobbing uncontrollably
and wondering about grammar in your head at the same time."