your ex and I are in a
group chat
a queer thread
full of memes
and nudes,
party invites,
offers and asks.
a parade of sarcasm
and community
I daily rely on.
her number is
memorized but unsaved,
our texts so close
they could kiss.
I wonder if she
recognizes my
out of state area code
and remembers that
summer we unknowingly
overlapped.
me finding her love letter
in your stack of unpaid
parking tickets.
many red flags
so garishly waving.
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