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Jaymee's Version: thanK you, aIMee, For Taking it Down, I Guess
it's as good an apology
as I'll ever get. Red-handed
is a hard spot to be,
but you deleted it quick.
Although it had been there
since March of '24,
which just means your speed
was relative to matters of impending
consequence, not conscience.
Rest assured as inertia, I think you got it
before anyone could clock the line item
pixelating into oblivion,
the disappearing act of a fraidy-cat magician.
The irony of its genre being in your specialty
wasn't something I had planned,
but I didn't hate it.
Relax.
Your secret's still safe with me,
being as you acted so quickly
putting it all out there for me to see.
In other words, I saw you,
what I already knew, but made me
nauseated to confirm,
it was only when you were scared that someone
you think you've impressed
might go looking for the X, did you scurry.
Sit with that.
A poet looking to publish anywhere
has only their reputation.
And it wouldn't take a Sherlock Holmes
or a forensic metadata scientist
to resurrect your offense;
it feels like this is something to remember.
My greatest wish for you,
because of course you have your hand out,
is that you self-reflect, forever more keeping
my name out of your mouth,
off your fingertips.
Copyright ©
Jaymee Thomas
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