a late night
at a diner with two people
i’m close to
theorizing about
future events
non-events
relations and a new way to
perceive
and exist as a
conglomerate

‘i hate our country
but love it’

as a stage for nights spent with close
ones
over chicken fingers
fries a milkshake for
3
and french toast

reminders of
importance and the
definers of existence
as

things i
can’t recognize

notice:

a memory of a leaf on
a shroomy night
reminds me of a pact i made

to
go on more walks