maybe
it was a good thing
that last poem didn't
get published properly.
maybe
God,
with His plasma fingers,
hid the poison leaking
through the thin pillars
between each stamped letter,
the toxin dripping from
the pointed nib of each alphabet
stomped onto my laptop screen
a hiss of smoke from
hot, hot coals.
because God knows
i don't want to remember
how much i hate you.
all i want is to
believe
that human love persists
as a desert flower
and i just want to remember you by
yesterday night:
before i resolved
to let go of the rope,
your last souvenir-
"i love you babe"
- i'll keep this love in a screenshot / i'll make these memories for myself
YOU ARE READING
heartburn expulsion
Poetryan ongoing collection of the love poems of nobodi. the full anthology of nobodi's poetry, "i'll never be a poet", can be found on wattpad as well.
