How subliminally selfish
You concluded your purpose
with such dainty handling
It was clear I had to be the one to put it in writing
Fucked would be my word
You’re back to being unnecessary
I’m high anyway
Language is the finest vo-cab-er-net
#IThoughtWeMet
The Irish goodbye
A frequent maneuver of mine
Communication without any
I appeared
Vanished
Consider the move intentional writing
on an invisible page
Like suicide,
it has nothing to do with you
Look.
I think you know
I may remove my product from your shelves
Because I don’t care about getting a profit
And the cash I’ve made off you so far feels counterfeit
I’ll just be constructing a barrier that’s the length of my arm
You go out where my fingertips would land
It’s not your fault
except for the bucket of tears you brought over
and, of course, the imitation marks
Anyway, when I recuse myself from others
life reminds me
that I live a valuable currency
This has to end not because you’ve done anything wrong
But because I’ve already left
When the salad arrived
I poured disappointment over the table
Drowned the burrata
Drenched the haricots verts
The lettuces frowned back from a sinkhole
Quite a submerging scene
The frenzy was silent
But the overflow soaked the silverware
It flooded the restaurant
I promise
That bottle got knocked over by accident
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