go ahead, pretend that you don't care
and i'll pretend i do
making a joke of love and truth
with every witty bit of a witty conversation

i've spent so long being a dungeon master
that it kind of feels good to let the feminist mouth run
having what i think one would refer to as "fun"
in the soft tension between hard pauses

every other text message could be misread
as a stylized suicide poem
slipping in stories about other men
which are too important not to be passed down through the generations