poem: almost song lyrics. almost.

i burned my tongue on late november

last year, we were still together.

and now, lonely girls sit under fake

blue moons, twisting

their lives into small categories: the before and

the after.

hey, don’t think it’s romantic just because

of the lo-fi coffee

sounds. last year, we

were bold and defiant: miniature buddhas bounced in palms

and thrown at rooks.

and now, when the coffee music plays

we sing along, but

only in our heads, at separate tables, alone.

 

 

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