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.
