Friday poem

I'm posting an original poem every Friday for a year. This is 16/52.

Autoreply

Your message has not reached me, and may never.

I am setting this machine to reject all pleas for money, all

clever footage of animals, every video of a careless kick or adorable infant. All friend requests.

I will return, unread, any reminder of how I failed you, or

inviting me to reconcile; I would only disappoint.

I don’t want pharmaceuticals or free cable. Reunions, of course, are off the table.

I will not vote for you.

My male parts are satisfactory, according to all reports, so your offer of enhancement is unneeded.

If you're my editor, I’ll be in touch—the work’s nearly completed.