As S Er Ting

she wrote 
that she
confirmed me 
meaning her 
flight

i knew
because
we con
firmed
each

other 
it seems
dinosaur
ages ago
before

the supposed
comet hit
wiping out
exsistance
even while

they were
digesting
suggesting
suddenly so
violently i can't

even breath
while trying to
write this but
i'm a bit of
a survivalist

but my poetry
only exists
because
of her
and

so she
becomes
more then just
a lightning strike
but the rubbing of

wood 
against
flesh get
ting a spark
to at least start

a flame
where as
she has not
but i have not
shaved pubicly

(spell check tried
to correct and
suggest that
perhaps i
meant

publicly)
but i'm not
into exposing
myself unless it
is with her poetry
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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