facebook algorithm

It was the guy I broke up

with in high school 

after dating for one week

that was most aggressive 

in the 67 comment thread

on Facebook,

never making

a coherent argument,

just slinging insults

and insinuating he held

a secret knowledge,

truth he alone could see,

anyone who questioned him

butt-hurt, snowflakes,

our hearts halved by grief,

19 children in their classroom 

making music cut down by a boy 

with venom in his veins,

years of bullying, a stutter,

his wrath turned 18,

armed with a weapon

so powerful there

was nothing left

for parents to hold.

Guns don’t shoot guns

fucking libtards,

fucking morons.

The night I dumped him 

he’d shotgunned

a rack of cheap beer, 

burst into tears,

yelled at invisible objects

farting like a dog.

Alone in the woods,

empty cans at my feet

Gotta go, I said, Gotta go,

his rage barreling ‘round 

eyes swollen, nose dripping,

knuckles bloodied on a tree.

For the next week

he parked in my driveway, 

head resting on the dash.

Come back, he begged

stuffing notes under wiper blades

in the parking lot at school.

I’m sorry it didn’t work out,

I said, car door swinging shut,

It’s not going to work out.

But the sweet love notes?

he said, head cocked,

reaching for my cheek.

Oh, the flash of fury 

when I drove away.

He hates you,

I heard the next day,

he fucking hates you,

the hell you do, anyway?

Can’t wait to read 

what the libtard left

blames this one on,

he responds to a woman

grieving senseless violence,

implying policy could stop.

Oh, right, he lol’s,

wild fucking guess:

toxic masculinity.