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i have no care for well-being.

i need to see you reading the jokes,

 

the quips, all the try-hards

i send your way. salamanders

 

engulf my throat to protect

me from my worst habits.

 

chest moulds itself around liver

as I make memes for your approval.

 

liking you makes me want to jump

off bridges. give me the smiling

 

cowboy emoji. my pillow is covered

with yesterday’s overthinking. i do this

 

to myself. i emailed a therapist

asking if i should be the ghoster.

 

nothing happened. the clouds didn’t

move, the ground didn’t crack.