I used to write a lot of poetry...not so much any more. This one is pretty recent, though, written within the past year. I'm sharing this in response to a writing prompt from The Lightning and The Lightning-Bug. The Challenge today was to share a personal poem, so here it is.
Text and Subtext
He sent me a text message.
“Is it over?”
(whythefuckwouldyoutextmethat?) I thought.
And didn’t answer
I mean really, I don’t even have a keyboard on my phone.
How was I to respond?
Beep beep beep-beep-beep beep-beep beep-beep?
And that night he asks if I got his text
What text?, I asked, making a show of looking at my phone.
This one? Is what over?
Us. Is it over between us?
Why would you text me that?