“fifty thousand people, shrieking
tear me limb from limb from limb 

and ship my body parts to different continents
existing everywhere on earth simultaneously
fifty thousand people repeating the word ‘fuck’
 over and over in monotone
seven billion eighty-eight million ninety-three thousand people standing silently 
hundreds of sleepless nights trying to remember the names of every sea.” 

— "I stopped being in love with you so I don’t know 
what to write about anymore,” Kelsea Basye.