She wanted to tell him
her new disappointments
but their conversations read like lyrics
for a punk band,
elevating her uncomfortably.
Trying to find a poem about railroads
somehow led to the revelation
that he wrote a book once
that’s been forgotten.
She spent ten minutes online shopping
for a plaid watchband
and hasn’t worn a watch in six years.
They turn their feed over and over,
waiting for the post that will settle them.