May 2, 2019 · Poetry · 1 min read

Gym Crush

A one-line confession about tracking a crush's gains on social media.

i want no existence
in a universe
where i cannot covertly
track the gains
of my gym crush
via social media

A short, dark-eyed portrait of infatuation, written in forgiveness of its own excess.

A short, unsparing poem about a confession delivered too late and too honestly.

The effortless ease of waiting for someone whose smile is worth looking up from the page for.

A single, aching image of neglect as a bottomless pool.

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