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?
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