reclaiming the summer of my bitch-hood

dearest you,
these captured moments
residing in pages
of mine;
the ones without a spine
full of notes
most of them
not preferential
to me,
belong to you

synaptic polarization is lost
sleeping happily alone now
paying my own bills now
wanting my fucking pages back now
and my notes scream to be rid of you
now

so, if you please?
get the hell out.
love, me