The day I split,
the audience didn’t notice.
I’ve mastered becoming invisible.
I crouched way down
into a cobwebbed corner of my mind.
I pictured her face and
I fucking did it. I split
We can still picture her face
if we try real hard
but it doesn’t make us sad or anxious anymore.
We just let the laugh track play.
It gets louder. And louder
and she runs faster because she’s not sure
what the fuck’s in