the poem is a script a way for us to be
prompted we never like the lines
we get
but we enjoy the sound of
them in another’s voice
eschew arriving on time
it is a crutch
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“oh, gawd of course he’d say that;
girl, no. it’s no excuse to be late for
a date. he can’t just compose some
silly free verse nonsense without no
periods or nothing and then be
all like, ‘this is why I’m late,’”
“no, no,
of course you’re right,”
“and,”
“and that’s what I told him,
we’re through.”
“fuck,
I wish I could
believe you!”