The 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? 

Use the big words
Call me crazy again
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 
the of old good days of those once in love
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 not it
Moving across the ocean is only fun in theory
‘cause wait until you get the keys to your new apartment, 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