codependent
i.
typing, typing
till we are pixel sick
drowning in obsession
we can’t do mellow
we prefer to rot in this room of mirrors
re-reading the words that made us sick
ii.
muse for muse
mirror against mirror
we talk about writing poetry so we don’t have to whisper
you mimic my style
self-portraits effaced in landscapes
diary as fiction
we are sewing self-hatred like silk
iii.
alone together
running loud on paranoia
discussing our self-mythologies
reading Plath
in a poetry discord
then tonight while we push away sleep
a private, one-night retrospective of us
chat logs, voice memos, selfies
poem for poem
is this one about me?
we whisper – nervously