DIIK

by Libby Langnser

How does it feel
to know you were not worth waiting for?
Damn if I know,
damned if I don't.
You thought I was gonna sow seeds
while it rained?
Thought I was gonna wait
day after day
and eat the stems
while you were away?
If I could grow fruit alone
did you really think I was gonna build you a home?
Damn if I know,
damned if I don't.
How does it feel to know
you were not worth
waiting for?

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Libby Langsner (she/hers): lover of the moon and all her phases. Still trying to figure out how to be a poet and what that *really* means. Obsessed with art and generational trauma and delineating all linear things. Too much of New Yorker to keep a steady boyfriend and proud of it.