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But the tweet’s deleted, she’s dead
Seconds too long, the drink of the summer
Never quite took off: Dirty Shirley.
Order another. You never told me
You were an actor! Pretend surprise
Google knew who we were five years ago
But who are we now? Upload whispered
Nothings in my ear, your expired dreams.
I know what you did last summer.
I recognize the hotel balcony
But didn’t you know I would?
Because I wanted you to appear
On the vinyl sunlounger beside me.
Previously published in Dude - Note in a Bottle 13
About the Creator
Joe Nasta
Hi! I'm a queer multimodal artist writing love poems in Seattle, one half of the art and poetry collective Eat Yr Manhood, and head curator of Stone Pacific Zine. Work in The Rumpus, Occulum, Peach Mag, dream boy book club, and others. :P
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