something crude

Wrote a suicide note

in hopes of falling in love with my epistolary self.

Blamed the mid-copulation anxiety

for that time I said “isn’t it weird that we can never truly

know what other people are thinking”

as you were going down on me. It’s important

that we recognise that we could

hate each other at any moment. Sorry

for being such a turn off. Last time on my way

to see you I get caught in the rain unprotected,

my makeup all down my face, a tragedy

only second to the fact

my face is all down my face. It takes a monster

to break up with someone while the sun is setting

over the botanical gardens but

I’ve got what it takes.

I get results.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tahlia Chloe is a poet and public nuisance living in Sydney.

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