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
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
Found amid dry lowlands
along the Pacific seaboard
where no one ever doused the sand in sunflower seeds
during mornings bereft of peanuts
when it rained water and not snacks delivered by an Instacart driver
this natural bird persisted
despite an absence of lazy 11am cooing
couched in obscenities directed at the family
the California scrub jay did not go extinct
it perched on
the Norwegian brown rat, however,
also known as the roof rat for its keen ability to climb
burrowed beneath the sidewalks and emigrated to a nearby neighborhood as soon as
pellets of store-packaged handouts disappeared
in an apocalyptic event that the scrub jays could only describe as
some other day
when that lady wasn’t there
I dare say the poetry’s been kicked right out of me.
Done broke the legs off
Smithereens
I collapse
Forfeit with dust between my teeth, taste of a dreamless frontier
Manifest in shambles
A pioneer with a wagon, destined for shelter, found and counted
I dare say the sheen on this life has just about done me in
Been shattering
I’m ruined in the palm of safety
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