I’m watching 90 Day Fiancé by Juliette Sebock

I’m watching 90 Day Fiancé,
or one of its half-dozen spinoffs,
and I’m yelling at the television
like it’s a football game of love
and immigration and she somehow
doesn’t see him blatantly deflating
the balls, misses friends playing
referee, screaming at the to just see
what’s happening in front of them.

I’m watching 90 Day Fiancé
and I want to yell at her to walk away
but I can’t because I know that I’d do
the same, god damnit, I’ve done the
exact same thing and refused to turn away
when I knew enough to hide, to run,
to pull away as if my life depended on it
because really, it’s the only way
I’d ever be safe.

I’m watching 90 Day Fiancé
and I wonder if you’ll be waiting
at the station, standing on the other side of
a hotel door, or if you’ll be next on a plane
to meet someone and that someone
isn’t me, that you somehow haven’t seen
what’s right in front of you.

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