Mallory McDonald

A short fiction poem

 

For the Relevance or

lack of.

For the eight letters

three words

you said

thank you.

For triple texting,

for sexy flexing,

for sexless sleepovers

and long goodbye mornings–

thank you.

For the expiration dates,

for the leftover compliments

and the last minute, last picked dodge ball balls

thank you.

Two words

eight letters

all I have to say–

Because it’s all I’m capable of.

My lack of. Absence of.

So,

no thanks.

 

But, thank you.