no, I say. no.
I don't want to download
your poetry
your photos of you,
your dog
and your children.
I don't want to meet
them either.
spare me the politeness
I must show
to be in this
relationship with you.
don't send me
your wishes, your favorites,
your likes.
just come as you are.
bring no one.
I have no desire to know
the history of you.
ours begins now, day one,
year one.
the world we're in
starts now.
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