another’s a good poet
she wears acquaintances
like animal suits
i don’t want that
my niece’s dog
growled me always
after a while
i just couldn’t be arsed
some girls turn boys
a lantern of dolls
their virgin shyness
xylophone chords
your reply was trite
perhaps you were tired
i checked your old posts
saw the same cigarette
i couldn’t be bothered
with personality clash
i unfriended you early
to tryfriend your work