It’s over between us

there is nothing more to say

after you tell me birdsong is actually male birds posturing

warning each other

vying for territory

sometimes cawing immitatively

to trick females into fear and then

offering them a place to stay.

Have we not been through that enough

in

real

life?

how do you expect me to go on?

I thought we came out here to soak up

the yin of this tree the soaked chlorophyllic propaganda of lolly and boxwood

but all there is is the cacophany of male measuring racket in my ears and a park I used to go to all the time that I cant go to now since the new wifi tower has been put up across the streeet putting the feeling of wolfpaws back into my tendons and tearing them to shreds

don’t you understand how solitary a life an immobile body has?

How far I moved from the city to keep my pain manageable

away from towers

submerged in these lollytree woods?

how can you still love the outdoors

still love a forest

still know peace

when the lullabies in these trees

are just dinosauric catcalling

alley fights

waiting to

happen?

Why couldn’t you have told me everything

except

that?

I know ruth bader ginsberg always said the key to a good relationship is selective deafness

but I havent mastered that yet

Why couldn’t you have told me everything else

about the world,

except

that?