Ma's Menu, How It Was Haiku

Ma's Menu, How It Was Haiku 

Friday night pizza

Saturday spaghetti night

Sunday rice and beans

area codes

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.