i threw out those clothes,
the ones
soaked in glitter.
aluminium & plastic
never really leave
so you’ll degrade
in a rotting landfill pile.
i’ll be truthful,
i forgot about you.
i forgot the way you laughed,
i don’t get choked up
about that line on your tooth.
my heart has been squeezed
dry,
blood out of raw meat.
i no longer have
the capacity
to absorb your carbon.
when we graduated
high school
you unfollowed me
immediately.
i didn’t know
that some part of me
was still stuck to
your clothes.
did you ever wash it out?
did you ever manage
to scrub your hands raw
with dish soap?
three years after it all
you called me
when I was sick
just to ask me how I am.
my fever dream head
nearly fell off my neck.
the ghost
of your sparkle
shone in my hazy eyes
but glitter cannot
be recycled
so I closed my phone
and dreamed of a time
when you didn’t hate me
because you had
no one else
to blame.
