all gone
woooooooooooooooooooooooo
happy I gave you the rest
of your baggage back today
your eight or ten illegal knives
a-walking down Bravo Murillo
along with one very corny
and very sharp katana
a DSLR camera
an Ice Cube CD insert
you taped over the hole you made
when kicking the bedroom door open
one of those times you attacked me
an unopened package of crab meat sticks
bought months ago
not real crab meat of course
fake crab meat
a constructed and shaped lie
like you
and that last lie
AKA ”cognitive distortion”
AKA me-“in a bad mood”
AKA your-“What’s the difference?”-
when-I-called-you-out-on-it-BS
I caught you in before
walking away
because I’m not your mother
your emotional attachments
your subjectively reasoned
thought constructs
are no longer my concern