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i was scrolling through his instagram

when it hit

suddenly every photo of his breakfast

looked like a cry for help

the eggs too perfect

the toast cut diagonal

like he’s performing

wellness for an audience

of bots

my therapist says i project

but his coffee cup is definitely screaming

LOOK HOW I PICK UP MY LAUNDRY!

LOOK HOW I EAT VEGETABLES!

LOOK HOW GROWN UP I AM!

meanwhile i haven’t showered

in three days and just ate

cereal with my hands

standing over the sink

but at least i’m not pretending

the milk wasn’t sour

or that this poem isn’t just me

avoiding a text that says

“we need to talk”

which obviously means

he found someone

who photographs her breakfast

without irony

someone whose eggs

don’t look like they’re

having an existential crisis

someone who doesn’t write poems

about cereal and sour milk

and the way sunlight through dirty windows

makes everything look like

a metaphor for something

i’m too afraid to