Gone Girl
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
give you my word
How subliminally selfish.
You concluded your purpose
with the daintiest of handling.
Fucked would be my word.
Enjoy your university, sir
I’m high anyway
I’ve got my vo-cab-er-net
say.it.aint.so
Look
I think you know
I may remove my products from your shelves
Because I don’t care about getting a profit
And the cash I’ve made
feels counterfeit
I’ll just be constructing a barrier
that’s the length of my arm
You walk past where my fingertips would land
It’s not your fault
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
splash
When you arrived
I poured disappointment all over the table
Drowned the doilies
Drenched the dandelion greens
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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