By | 1 August 2021

I pour a blush of wine
into my housemate’s glass.
Orange tiles & succulents in jars.
Rolling through sulfur is hard
when you’re stuck in other muck.
There can be too much adrenaline
stim. As an example, what will we call
summer when it’s more than four months long?
Yesterday, I thought I saw my
dead friend at the depot: black Docs,
leggings, two ribbons of hair falling
from undercut. Our friends are counting on us.
I don’t mean a lonely medical droid. I’m talking
before Alderaan’s demise. I wonder if
there’s guilt in hyperspace. I already know
the answer: in-game & at that market a sonic
imploder detonates my mouth.

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