What A Waste Poem by Julia Luber

I wonder what I would have been experiencing the past eighteen hours had
I said Hello to you yesterday. I don't know how what's been rambunctious
in my mind could have been all that much worse. I almost excitedly said Hi
until I saw you kiss her. Then something happy and excited in me turned into
a complete blur. Action, thinking, reflex; I really don't know what would be best.

We were at booths next to each other in a restaurant through the dividing jungle
in between. I saw you, of course, but I do not think that I was seen. I wonder if they
ever forget to water those plants. Or if it's a matter of habitual circumstance. You
were too into your phone to even look my way. Or in anyway help me say Hi to you
today. I can feel that you don't love me anymore. And so I hate your guts. Nor can I
say we share the same taste in floozies and sluts. She looked like a transgender who
had had tons of cosmetic surgery. Chopped out hole as genital does not sit well with me.

And the hardest part of seeing it all was that you seemed sweet to her. Something you are
not to me, and I am not sure that you ever were.