monday
can i sit on your chest while i write this instead
these aren’t about my boyfriend
but about some instances
that i deemed
significant
secrets that aren’t worth keeping
she read me my tarot
and i am only
two cards away
tuesday (or: i felt a little evil)
on days off i feel nervous
not sure what to do
but knowing
that i have to
a cloud surrounds me
and i almost used the word “noxious”
but i didn’t
tired and clammy
from trying to
do something with my body
from reading words that were not my own and being touched by them
i took a picture of a poem
by ariana reines
and texted it to you
the focus
was the part where she mentions
how she and her lover
slapped each other in the face
because we did that
but i purposely left in
how he claims to
“feel like the girl”
and says that he means
“attached”
WHEN YOU DON’T TEXT ME BACK I LOG INTO MIITOMO (thursday)
the sight of our miis cuddling
arouses in me
a strange sense of pleasure
it feels good to be
on my phone
the way
your mii holds my mii
the way
our miis gaze at the stars
i want your mii to answer my mii’s questions
i want
to hang out in your room
i answer all of my questions
with answers that you’d like to hear
other people heart my mii’s answers
but they don’t know
shy watson is a poet and waitress living in kcmo. she is the author of AWAY STATUS (bottlecap press 2016). her work appears in places like Hobart, Electric Cereal, and ENTROPY, and a full list of her publications can be found at shywatson.tumblr.com/writing.