I wrote an email that I thought was fine

I wrote an email that I thought made sense

I separated with divider lines

Bolded the headers and even indented it

I wrote an email and you hit reply

And wrote a number of your notes in blue

Type by one of my divider lines

Said, “I’m hoping that you’ll find this helpful.”

Threw both my arms up in the air again

Crank neck side-to-side

It’s all I talked about for a day again

Enter, return, patronizing fuck

If you listened, would you hеar me?

If you listened, you could hеar me

I can hear you sighing

If you listened, there’d be no problem;

Probably sleep all night

Rooster beeping at the crack of dawn

Magically all the feeling’d gone

Tension headache from the black abyss

Sense memory inefficacious

Wrote another email where I disregarded

The cycle of tumult that your email started

I only said, “Thank you for all of your feedback!”

Graceful, with much tact. Sincerely, the Sad Sack

Who threw both their arms up in the air again

Let it seep through cracks

That couldn’t separate from the work again

Lower shoulders, breathe in, have a laugh

If you listened, would you hear me?

But you don’t, and so from now on:

Not bothering telling you my plans

If you listened, you would hear me. If you listened

But if not, I can’t engage and hope you understand