Maybe I’ll Come Back to This

This place where I have to shit but I keep sitting

Spooning your words from digital spaces

Analyzing

Peering under exclamations

Praying they meant what you said

Maybe I’ll Refuse to Quit This

This habit where I have to anger but I keep seeking

Spoiling my dreams for love replacement

Rereading

Unsending poetic traces

Praying I meant what you read

Maybe I’ll Repeat to Delete This

This constant where I have to dread but I keep stilling

Spinning their reams of sex crush basements

Memorizing

Delivering scripted pages

Praying you’ll turn up there instead+