Red Ferrari
Red Ferrari
Got back to New York
like the Pope in a red Ferrari.
RIP John Keats.
You would have loved a bump of K.
You would have loved my therapist.
We were all so bored and gooned
to AI pics of boys getting sucked down
by some bisexual octopus.
And so American and sexless too
(our nine to fives in baby cubicles
our sleeping pills and sugar rush).
When you first texted
I was scrolling through our messages
and felt like I did summon it.
I think about you too, I typed.
I think about you all the time.
But then I just deleted it.
I wouldn’t want the government
to know how much I love you.
And I truly love deleting things.
