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at blurry picnic
table, you always
look the same.
lights reflecting
off your head,
plus the shade
of your character.

i go back
to the place.
where you let me
down, easy. you
thought you were
eating pancakes.
i can pretend
you're there.

i sit, stare
at the jellyfish.
he looks like you,
with tentacles.
minus the sweater.

lurker II: dark son of night

i gave you
the bottom
of the bottles
red and white
in plastic cup
made pink.

you were late,
you said
"thanks."

then i
stumbled
home
wine-drunk
through the fog.

(i left out the
part where
i chased you
and you
vanished
or maybe hid
in the bushes.

it's not
important
anyway.)

my sweater
was red
and white too,
that's kind of
funny.

ha ha.