the post break-up fuck

Sian S. Rathore


a gulf is formed
on the broken
farmhouse bed

she told me you meant
nothing, your name means
nothing, your body;
barely anything
worth mentioning

but she still kept your number
from the 5 days after
you said i wasn’t
good enough
for you

and so you had
what she called
“the post break-up
fuck”

that i learnt about
quite by surprise
late at night
in the broken
farmhouse bed
on stunning 13”
retina display.