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I hate your voice. I hate your reading
pace for making me listen at the devil’s
speed
	2x, like I’m another bot
who came to ruin things and walk fast

totally tuned out. Still a good sport, I
try records you recommend: Sunset Tree,
Tallahassee
	but I think they’re bad
like your maximalist cover art, easily

interchangeable for a craft beer label
loud and bunk. I hate that my ex and I
had
	no mutual friends
so we listened to your book to fill space

and loved the bit on Dr. Pepper, made
with no flavor in mind, just taste of air
from an
	old-school soda fountain.
We ordered it everywhere and I hate

that I buy it now because it bottles some
bygone place. Hate my best friend’s fiancé,
you left
	her no tip. I still hate
her and that overrated cafe more.

Now I can’t write

because you took all the best lines about
loneliness and Mario Kart. None left 
for me
	speechless in the parking lot
after the chapter on Indiana, not because

I know the place, but because it recalled
all the other ones, aggressively ordinary
cloying
	and hard to put away like
a book of your bestselling takes. 3 stars.

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