In our first text exchange
you told me
"I knew you wouldn’t be one of those assholes
who wouldn’t write back."

And in our last verbal exchange
you called me an asshole
time and time again.

Between them
I have had text after text
hanging in the wind
silently waiting
for some sense of reciprocation.

The texts wait in vain
as I do
while asking myself
how I was able to turn inward
an invert
and become the asshole
you no longer choose to know.