my phone vibrates on the table next to me so i reach for it and flip it over
while simultaneously lifting a spoonful of cereal to my mouth
i swipe the screen and open my messages
and see one that has the same
colloquial styling
that yours used to have
its ambiguous
but says my name
and asks how i've been
i set my spoon back down into my bowl and pause for a moment
before double clicking the conversation
and erasing it
just like i did
when you texted me
the day after we first had sex
letting me know
that you didn't want to date me
but definitely wanted my ass later that week
i lift my spoon again
and take another bite
staring at the dust on the window before me
YOU ARE READING
soul
Poetrya general collection of my poetry later to be organized into books I want to publish quite literally my diary
