there’s this mode of gaming called griefing / to deliberately disrupt

the narrative / here we disrupt our own narratives / here you are not my little brother

but some outsized version of yourself / some other you who had a chance

here in this edgeless map you are an embodiment / a physical self who never arrived

you collect me in your yellow Ferrari / we go shopping for high-end threads

and everything fits / I exist in the body I imagine / we take your chopper

to your nightclub / the smoke machine obscures our forms / we dance as if

our bodies could be left / I cycle through new moves to find out who I am

and we can’t stop laughing / you get blackout drunk and briefly shimmer

off screen / there’s a way to increase the intensity / to move so perfectly

to the beat / you forget that other body / in cinematic mode I can see us fully

two actualised versions of ourselves / off-screen our bodies are not limitless

we are not yet who we are / I ask what grief our virtual selves shed / to exist in this