I take pictures of my phone with my camera
because I don't yet know how to do a screenshot
and need to preserve
my folly concerning
her birthday wish gone awry
and in the ability to take it back
tracing the parade ofcalls
I got
to learn who it is that came after me
in my reckless swagger
Earl Flynn stripped of sword and tights
left naked and
vulnerable
the last act of which I am uncertain
if I have survived
to be or not
the ghost of imagined
adversaries
I can only guess at each
slashing at my body
with their texts
while I hopelessly attempt to fend them off
in the end left bleeding
humiliated
less than a prince more than a pauper
and I am still
standing
but staggering
knowing in the end
when the last act is
played out
she is the last one
standing
the hero of the play
in which I mistakenly assumed I was
puddy in her hands like Lady Macbeth
her fingers stained with blood
my blood
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