the most generic poem to ever exist

through fluorescent failure i found you so pretty

like being luminous somehow made you good

the thunder of being young, the crash course of disappearance

in gauzy strip malls it was always you

a pressure point

a bruise i kept pressing as if

more insistence would pinch our time

stretch it to last for longer in my mind

and blur out the bad parts for my peace

say anything and squeeze it

bunches of bitterness boxed up with flowers

you did a good job with goodbyes.