i think we’re lost now, dear, too far gone now, dear,
so we’ll eat our strait-laces and hit the road, like
we’re stealing our lives back, like we’re saving them
in each other. it’s not a robbery, it’s a bona-Clyde
rescue mission. we’ll tie up the yellow dashed line
like a ribbon. we’ll present it to whoever comes
after us, double-knot it so anyone following falls
straight off and hits their head. it’s cartoon physics,
love, we never look down when we run, so our
footprints vanish into clouds. we’ll go out like sea foam
at sunset, legends fading like our con trail behind us.
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Friend’s DM: “dinner at 5 if we’re both alive?”
Meet me by the marina and promise not to miss this
Would they realize they’re acting as my light?
What is that doll you put by the peach slices?
They smirked then told me his name: Platypus
Friend’s DM: “dinner at 5 if we’re both alive?”
Over queso, we played “I Spy” with Pacific sight lines
My ghost bobbing about, “no air or love since”
Would they realize they’re acting as my light?
We picked our roles after attempt 209
A wanderer roof-hopping (you), finding (me), your skin
Friend’s DM: “dinner at 5 if we’re both alive?”
Twirling three-fingered through tapas, we collide
Is this a framework, or a foundation of mere bits?
Would they realize they’re acting as my light?
A crackling blade engulfs us as we recall what we felt like
Raggedly, I turn one-eighty, interpreting waves as blips
Friend’s DM: “dinner at 5 if we’re both alive?”
Would they realize they’re acting as my light?
