archived
I moved you to the archive
didn't want to see your name
didn't want to see what I'd written you last
like i was begging
i was begging
beggar
all i asked: do the thing
end it, if it is over
let me know.
instead keeping me on the line
with this better correspondence
all new, all improved, better than shampoo
better than bread, better than honey,
better than Shang Yu dancers
better than the city of buildings going up and up
i look every day for your message
waiting for disappointment
waiting for a flicker in the ash
i looked at that last picture and wondered
who took that picture of you,
the one with the bike
why were you online at 2:39
out at the bar?
you said you were sad
you said you missed me
the you of now is not that you
that's an evil thing you know
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