Last 3 letters of the spring

Feeling like a guinea pig teaching devotion

Got an endless list of unpaid internships 

scamming middle-aged dudes on LinkedIn  – claiming experience

working for free, outsourcing injurious superstition

You were supposed to be home

Where are you now? 

NYC’s got a new mayor

We probably made the same joke

about his very hot wife 

dating apps for socialistic hearts — outsourcing precariousness

precariously in love 

but not them, no

What about our loft in Brooklyn? 

Call me crazy again

Use the big words

Scream!

Do something, babe

I’ll stay anyway — will you notice?

like a rock waiting for time to mold me

like the mold on our wet bathroom tile

You never turn the ventilation on

It dried-out 

Somehow it’s worse

crazy pathetic it’s your loss — stop romanticizing poverty! 

I am already starving

You called me a witch in the back of a cab 

Outsourcing practical magic for dummies

burn me, or something

‘cause

How to finish

If HE isn’t

kissing my shin in the same way — I’ll say it happens sometimes

Just do not rush, I’ll get there

Outsourcing love for dummies is the new black?

What about our loft in New York? 

It was not pornographic 

It was existentially erotic

but

I’ll wait for someone kinder

I’ll set reminders on Hinge

Tinder’s no shit

Moving across the ocean is only fun in theory

‘cause wait until you get the keys to your new loft, and SHE isn’t me

Provided Services: head 

over heels 

felt like a robbery

And you said you wished you had some waiter experience 

in a filthy bar 

clearing the tables — living the life of a Buddhist

You wouldn’t have lasted a week

outsourcing fomo for dummies

Stop romanticizing poverty! 

I watched season 3 of White Lotus alone – where the fuck were you?

Place of Work: NYC

When I said: Do something, babe! 

I meant, please come back or something

What a pity

devastatingly brutal 

Haters will say I am hurting

I guess I am