– Oliver Konty
This poem starts with silence
I have no questions to ask
Virtual violence
The warmth of it
When it connects us
Makes us look cute
And fierce
Constant contradictions
THIS TIME IT’S NOT YOU
Romantic attachment is a ritual that
Requires you to bring all your red flags
And kill what’s nice about you
I read your letter again
Fell asleep
And like a teenager
Had a dream about
French fries and sparkling wine
ASSIGNMENT
No time to contemplate the light
or identify bird calls
On a lunch break
With your ear buds in
The espresso guy talking to himself
In Italian
I think he burned the coffee
This time around
While two grocery delivery cyclists
Are awaiting detachment
One smoking the other one laughing
I have to get back
I’m actually in the middle of a zoom call
No really
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