Poetry

there’s no middle finger emoji

is it not enough to break me across the quiet
in unbidden pauses? a finger flip composed of
scrambled minutes
flick me a postcard into the void then,
with itty bitty words that i cannot read
written in ink from an uneasy pen
whose mystery i cannot avoid.

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