lol dying rn she texts while the faucet drips
its minor / major / minor chord, the landlord’s number
blocked & Ophelia floats through the group chat,
garlands pixelated, her madness a reaction emoji: 😶

the rent is late. the rent is a mouth. the rent is Kafka’s
door that opens onto, another, door, onto, brb she sends
& the pilot light clicks / clicks / clicks its failed ignition, blue
absence where flame should live, should, conjugate –

Hamlet replied: Seen. the grocery list: eggs, bread,
the void Rilke kept warning about, oat milk (the angel
is terrifying; the angel is $7.49 at Trader Joe’s).

wyd?? nm. sitting w/ the leaking ceiling, its slow Morse:
dot, dot, dash of plaster falling into the soup, the century,

& Persephone swipes right on Spring, then ghosts,
then winters the whole apartment, seeds stuck
between her, teeth, her

read receipts: 4:33 a.m.

can’t sleep. the radiator bangs its one note,
Dickinson’s slant light pressing through glass,
the algorithm feeds me a poem about despair
& then a mattress ad,

ttyl she types & the water keeps, its, keeping,
the hours pile like unread messages, like the dead
in Dante’s vestibule, waiting to be, opened, to be, seen,

delivered.