Your coordinates (poetry)

I’m Misses Stupid
Confess my love direct to Cupid

Turn down the music
Or block me just like you did

Guess I’m exclusive
For that, you are muted saluted


I know your coordinates to be AR-Lp 36
It’s no secret

Like the center of the void
You crossed meekness

You’re 700 million light-years from destiny
A cosmic desert floating

Aren’t you the darkness that shaped my scorn
Hated you before I was born


You must be full and hollow
The way the moon will stare
You must be drinking wallow
The way that you don’t care

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


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