I can’t be on Twitter.

I’d be reading Matthew’s tweets

More often than now.

Once a month is more than enough,

When doing so confirms

What I suspected:

He loves Kendra

More than he ever loved me.

Or maybe it’s just different.

But their love is so disturbingly public

It turns you into a voyeur,

A cat lady sans cat,

Watching mediocre porn.

Was there ever a time

When I truly felt ecstatic about someone?

Anxiety isn’t love.

I went on Facebook

And unfriended Chris.

I needed some internet hygiene.

At night I often dream

Of camaraderie

Rather than sex.