#24 Poetry

Is talking always supposed to be this tiring?

What’s not to love? This / outlaw country that wants you dead each day / but not dead enough to be absolved / of your crime

It’s over—like a divorce, surely, but more like that night in Madrid when we argued about Goya in a seafood restaurant neither of us enjoyed.

Begin forwarded message, sunrise.png, / 5:54AM you should have been here / It looks horrible without you