“Jesse Keener and her doomed romances”                                   On my death bed, a girl will come to write this book                   
We’ll chat about my enemies, friends and lovers                         
And analyze every misstep I took

Seven husbands                                      Probably eight wives                                                
Maybe I’ll have more                                                 
If I’m lucky enough to get the time

We’ll look at all the love letters
From all my adoring fans 
We’ll see how well they loved me
And see how fast I ran 

At the end of this book
She will still be wondering
Who was your greatest love?
Who are you not uncovering?

My mother
A muse
The wretched woman
I just couldn’t lose

There was no honeymoon phase for mother and I
Tough like leather, weathered from sun
She’d wreck cars with me in the back seat
But God did she know how to have fun

She was my first heartbreak
My yearning for her still looms
I devoted my life to understanding her
The obsession took up all of the room

After she broke my heart
I decided to doom all my loves to hell
If a daughter and a mother couldn’t figure out how to love
Then why would it work with anyone else?

I know she is my greatest love
But how can we be sure?
My lovers write about me
While all my notebooks are only full of her