angst cycle (iii) — [т] (ii)

i turned back to look behind
the first time in a month
because the poison is visiting
it says “hello”
begging hoping pleading even
that she’d stopped using
that photo i took of her
and damn her the cow
she had

i hope this fucking squall
buggers off
i really don’t like it
and don’t know why
or perhaps i do

yesterday
i found myself
playing a little eye catch
with some corresponding harmonic zing
inside my chest
with a workplace colleague
she fingered her wedding ring
i smiled acknowledgement
that zing will go nowhere

but it signalled something
that system software is alive
if nothing else

i hope to see that zing again
but i’d prefer a ringless finger
one who’ll turn to