Just a monkey. That's what my boyfriend said, scrolling past it
Politely, the way you look away from someone else's tattoo.
Every night in 2021 I checked the floor price like a pulse.
Gave it a name. Told myself: this is the new thing. This is it.

P.S. If wondering what type of poetry this is, it's an acrostic, a special format where the first letter of each line combine to create another vertical word (but I guess you figured that part out).