bff, etc.

we tallied the marks on the concrete wall
settling into the past that could clear us
of the names we left for ourselves

what were the legacies of something
so tragic and so bright.
this white glimmered, til blinding.

crescendos did
what they did.

you fucked me.
twice.
an hour passed once the hour struck.

and you were gone
as sunrise

with more of your
bullshit rationalization.
you came twice
before i
did.

beautiful, huh?

the taxi is waiting downstairs.
maybe you should get back to your girlfriend, again.