By Sarena Brown
unsent texts to my summertime fuckbuddy
LMAO i just left ur car + I'm already
kickin myself bc i wanted to kiss u
((hell yeah i wanted to kiss u)) but i got
all in my head again n instead of kissing u
i just hugged u in the front seat of ur hatchback.
u laughed. tell me was it a genuine reaction
or a courtesy-chuckle? a pity-chortle? oh god
was it a wtfamimdoingwithafreaklikeher-snort??
pls just tell me if am I repulsive yet. i mean how can u
b into me when all i do is smoke ur weed + drink
ur crowne while inhaling french fries + overthinking???
ew bc now im oversharing bc im overthinking
n overthinking bc im oversharing. tell me how u do it.
tell me how u r the way u r. u see what u want. u go after it.
u move on to ur next want. Tf? i either talk my ears off
or get stuck in the tornado in between… ah fuck me up. no.
fuck me. fr can u fuck the anxiety outta me??
wud u do that? for me? even still do I want u to?
About the Author
Sarena Brown (@sarena.brown) is a queer poet of color who really loves her friends. She is a MFA candidate in Poetry at UMass Amherst and the Creative Director of Paperbark Literary Magazine. When not writing, she likes watching videos of puppies with babies.