I Sent Everybody in My Phone a Text

That went I Don’t Blame You

Half responded

Thanks

Half

Why Would You?

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To the second half I responded

Good question, more and more these days

I wonder why I do anything.

Maybe my parents. Maybe my genes.

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Maybe trauma.

Half responded: I know what you mean.

Half responded: What?

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To the second half I responded

This intimate lick is my last and best attempt

To find some common heart between you and me

To feel we share a pulse.

Should I give up?

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Half responded: I think so.

Half responded: I’m not sure.

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And I called that last person

Because I only sent my initial text to eight people

I’ve recently purged my phone of everyone

Who was not needful

For either of us

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And we decided to get together for coffee

And bread with butter

At this Afghan place I know in the west valley

I’m looking forward.