minutia, minutia, minutia, though this
isn’t about you.
oh, it never is. yes, she hit him till he
bled, but what
did he do first? it’s all over the headlines,
on people’s tongues,
but no one seems to be admitting to
much of anything.
throw a ‘gate’ on the end of someone’s name,
maybe a hashtag will form around it;
maybe we can martyr someone for this cause.
birds are tweeting outside–I can hear em–
maybe about what went down. they can peak
into a dorm room most easily. she does speak
real actual language; we’re not in a life sim.