I dun wrote it 50-leven times
And chanted it every time
Until I ran out of lines
Until my writing blurred
Until my spelling was trash
And I questioned how to spell “doesn’t”
Because it didn’t look right
Because envisioning him made my vision hazy
Until I was able to write number 50 in red pen
In huge letters
That was my major goal
Hoping it would do what it should
A cementing
I choose not to have you

What I should be doing is listening to my...