What Rupi Got Right

It’s an attempt.

There’s one of you and a few of them.

You know,

one of them followed me the other day

on the same media you blocked me on.

I’m raising an army to defend my solitude.

I started to write this,

and was alarmed to find

I can’t help but feel like

I sound startlingly close to Rupi Kaur right now.

You did always liked her poetry.

You liked my songs

too,

you used to.

I think.

They haven’t gone off your playlist anyway.

and there it is again

that voice I’m speaking in.

I suppose

what Rupi got right

is we all feel like victims.

there is this army I feel

dangerously close

to fucking

just because I want to

want to make you jealous.

I am who she writes against.

I surgically removed your heart, and I hide it in the solitude

my army defends.

I am a lonely flower

beaten by the sun.

I am milk

that tries to be honey,

honey.