by

Liam Day

 

     

First, stop stalking me.

Three e-mails, one day,

the day I leave?

Second, you'll edit this,

I'm sure. Anally obsessive about

everything: grammar and that I

packed boots instead of running shoes.

Third, why try to make me jealous

with pictures of you and

another man? He's nowhere near

as handsome as I am.

Last, I missed you

when a young couple on the train

touched finger tips.