So what.

Monzo debt fails to disappear:
same shit in orange text,
same shit and no new texts,
wondering what exes are up to.

I’ve lost track of it all,
caught it back, too many times
to say for sure, wanting more
and not getting far, annoyed by

everything, nothing, dreaming
of death and of rejection,
reflecting mundane sunny days,
one-way emails, and all the rest.