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Checking Up on My Ex-Girlfriend’s Shit (A Poem in 3 Parts) by R. Jones

CW: drug use, drinking



I.

I storm my ex-girlfriend’s Twitter ‘Likes’

like the beaches of

Normandy or—

more appropriately—

I storm them like I’ve stormed every other

ex-girlfriend’s Twitter ‘Likes’

after she broke up with me because

I won’t stop

doing shit like this

every time I get my hands on

more than 1/3 of a glass of

boxed wine

& a bad mood.

There’s something about the

sallow glow of my iPhone in

this too-dark too-hot

smelling

like

godawful shit

apartment

& the way it shows me all the things

that are making her laugh these days

that flushes ugliness from my head—

& something about still

being a part of her brain’s dim warehouse

so long after she changed the locks

(& called the cops)

that keeps me here, in my chair,

restless & pantsless,

long after the Ambien has started to make everything

curl & roam free on black stepladders of velvet night air.

I should open a window.

I should open several windows.

II.

When

the

FUCK

did

she

start

following

Zac

FUCKING

EFRON—

again?

III.

I lived

in a dorm with a man named Ronnie

when I went to State

to major in Psychology &

she has liked Ronnie’s tweet about

Trump

or some shit from

two days back

& so I

leave my darkness to enter

night darkness to walk to

car darkness &

with Ambien as my iris I

move to seek answers

to which I no longer belong.




 

R. Jones is a writer based in the northeast. Read more of his work in Hobart Pulp, the Expat Literary Journal, Misery Tourism, and more. Shout at him on Twitter at @jonestown00.

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