no haikus ever

You were an Endor celebration Leia

And I was Quentin Quire, broken

And you shouted your costume into my ear moments before my brain processed it

I was at a two person booth

And you sat down at it to talk with me

And your life was chaos but I was not listening

Juust nodding at the chaos the we all experience, and people, rightÉ

My phone, dead but re-enlivened like Lazarus

Plugged in, vibrates twice

And that is close enough to your buzz that I turn sharp

And maybe, small chance, very very small chance, infinticimal chance

Who knows?

I'm smoking and you're smoking

And I'm trying to grow hair

And you have dreads and you live in a space with a low ceiling

And I have a crush on Courtney but I wouldn't say that

We lie to the doctors and see if our health gets any better

And we're too nice or too youung to say anything to the accursed Judy

We are at a show

It doesn't matter which one, they bleed together like shades of orange

I lean against the wall, you gesture emphatically

We shout to be heard and strain to be listen and only succeed halfway

But even in misery I feel better having listened

At least I offered that support

We're aaall, in thiiiiis, to-ge-ther

I'm at the festival selling things

Maybe hanging aronud for a bit

We are at one of the sets, side by side

Someone asks if we're together, and we scoff

That's ridiculous!

Never, not in a million years

Associates forever

I'm happy to have someone to glom on to, momentarily

We have a relationship

I fuck it all up despite myself, not even knowing the how of it

I get angry and upset that I can't puzzle it together

This is simple math, I can make it work with the right combination

Of words and heart and not shutting up when I should not shut up

And a step back is a step back

Even if at first we don't think of it as that

Time will prove us wrong

Time is a dickweed

We smoke, hunched or reclined

Kid is in the house, watching a show

Talking shit, apprehensive

She's a good kid

Energetic, swinging from a crossbar

I don't know where it goes from here

But there's still snow on the gronud

There's a lot of time for other things

And pobody's nerfect and time's on our side

And I'm glad I trekked here