by Parsley Sternhagen
I saw you again
I thought I’d gotten rid of you
scrubbing til I broke skin –
out, out damn spot!
Still, some places
slip my mind
a profile here
an email there
I wield my cursor
valiantly
backspace key
defending me
til all that is left
is that blinking line.
I sent in your replacement
I hope you don’t resent her
don’t think of it as a breakup
we just weren’t a good fit anymore.
It’s not you,
it’s me.
Still, I hate to think of you
languishing in stuffy halls
of bureaucrats
birth certificates
and baby names
RRCC 