s’up I have a mtg soon need to prep
u always have a mtg or an appt or need to boost your bromance
ur such a bitch why fight with me when I’m on the road
not fighting I’m communicating
ur fighting ur a pass/ag bitch
you can’t talk to me like that
I can’t talk to you at all
ever wondered why I’m on the road so much
u’r hundreds of miles away and you drop this on me?
no time like the present FYI I’m in Sudbury–place I was born
nobody is born there … babies are dug out of earth mothers like nickel
a slam at my mom now?
I can’t to do this now
You’re a dick my mother said so, I defended you
u’r mom loves me
no she doesn’t
sure she does- every wed.
What abt wed? it’s my yoga class
why it works
but she paid for yoga for my b-day
great setup yeah?
nope heart shaped mole left ass cheek
OMG did I tell you that?
god! my own mom?
my best friend?
I know about u and Ted
I know u and ted are bed buds
Ted tell you that
then if you have no proof?
tip for the future don’t video
I would never
oh babe – saw it
effing Ted grrr
yep, that’s what I saw too
so we’re done
WTF? this is how you break us up after four years? text?
it’s the age of instant communication
sorry my mtg is starting have a nice life c u never
what about my stuff
I’ll ask the super to let you in
this can’t be it
this is it
Vera Constantineau is a poet and short fiction writer. She’s currently poet laureate of the City of Greater Sudbury and is a member of the Sudbury Writers’ Guild, Haiku Canada and the Manitoulin Writers’ Circle.