BLAM BLAM

My ex used to write her texts
In short little bursts 
Quick little excited pieces of ideas 
Rapid fire
One after another
In a cadence
Much like this one
And after a while
Maybe months or years I don’t know 
I started to adopt this practice
Like
Holy
Shit
Dude
I
Just
Wow
Anytime I was exasperated 
Or emotional
Or unemotional
Really it was all the time 
And it felt cute to have this harmony
Awe look at us
Excitably firing off texts to each other
Finishing each other’s
Sentences
Hah
Except
In hindsight
I think what she was doing 
Was training me
In this new method of text communication 
That would make me
Fucking undateable 
To anyone that wasn’t her
Because who could stand onslaught 
This constant DING DING DING
BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ
It drives a person psycho 
My parents hate it 
My friends hate it
I hate it 
But I can’t stop 
I am 
In too deep
I’m like Brad Pitt in Babel
Maybe
I don’t know
I’ve never seen Babel
But this is the only way I can communicate 
Is my point 
Is the point I’m making
She fucking cursed me 
And now she’s off rapid firing texts 
At somebody else 
And I am counting the number of DINGS
Or BUZZES
It would take me 
Talking the only way I know how 
To start over with someone new 
I wonder what it feels like
To be loved
I’m sure it’s nice