sillygirl!

two blue ticks and you’re onto the next one —

and i can’t believe how i stumbled, how i swooned on the tube

when the signal swooped in and your poem dropped down.

how i really, really thought i’d won

that you’d be waiting

on the platform with my flowers

and it would be done.

how many more?

how many before me?

how many torn-up diary entries,

how many scrawled stains on parchment,

how many twisted, looping theories in hieroglyphics

disintegrating down the nile

scrambling to compile any other theory than:

i was just being so silly and that

i liked you a lot more than you liked me.

tell friends it fizzled out.

pull tarot maybe shave my head

hair stores memories apparently?