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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.