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Discovering Your Online Girlfriend


This is the start of the goodbye.

This is the goodbye of the rest of the beginning.

This is what killed the pulse that beat in my neck

so hard I saw gold then red then a color that has no name.


This is the picture I took of you smiling at me in the coffee shop.

My golden hair curls in the reflection of your glasses.

Did she look so close? Am I the only one who pays attention

to the small, the insignificant things? Those microscopic sounds.

Camera shutter. Zoom. Teeth over lips. Organism. Orgasm. Girlfriend.


This is how I found out: She told me. Because she doesn’t know

that I even know you, much less the rest. She told me.

He’s nothing special, she said. Something to kill the time.

And I laughed. We all need one of those.   

I don’t have one of those.


This is finders keepers. This is what’s found and lost.

This is me deciding — against — what the shape of my life is.

It’s not a box. It will never be a box.

This is what made me beg you to split me open last night.

This is me paying attention to the small sounds.

One last time. One last time. One last time.



Notes: Still playing catchup! Getting there slowly, though. One more and I’m back in the game.

Read the daily prompt (as well as the inspiration beyond poem-a-day) over at Not Without Poetry. My goal is to write a poem each day in less than 20 minutes, and without additional revision beyond the writing experience