Valentines: “I still message my exes on their birthdays” by Selena Cotte
I still message my exes on their birthdays
In this ritual I will count to sixty
and envision palm trees on the back lot
hiding sincerity behind faux sincerity
sending Trojan horse after horse
simply by clicking your image on the screen:
I must confess: I had noticed you earlier
praying in the American chapel
blessed by the manufacturing gods
and I, too, know not of frivolous dream-chasing
only hard work & electrical grids.
I’m so proud of us I want to squeeze.
How silly to think 10 years ago,
we were once charlatans, scamming each other,
playing half-naked charades in the jazz band room—
I, for one, am doing much better now, wearing J. Crew
and smiling at men who don’t remind me of you.