Being an Ex

BEING AN EX

On a glass table, in a glass year

that can hide little from itself,

I try to write an email to her

who’s been going on dates with someone new

but says she still loves me. Finding no

words, I close the browser and go

to the rooftop of the building, smoke

and listen to the sounds of Thursday

night in the city’s Zona Rosa.

I let the texts and pictures be detritus,

let them take whatever place

they may inside me

and move on to watching the high-rises

light up with music and cellphones

glowing from the balconies.

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