After we post Instagram pics: ample booty
red lips round faces these happy pouts
out with our besties—
after we subtweet lyrics to our ex: #badforwomen
so everyone knows the song is about him,
we wish now for one more night,
for someone new to take the stage, someone
to sing the world’s broken hallelujah whole again.
I am not a silent poet 
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Thank you, Reuben, for sharing my poem with your readers. And thank you, Sonja, for liking it enough to comment. I’m sad it ever needed to be written, but I still hope for peace.
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