I thought while some friend from childhood,
though not mine, breathed down my nape.
Smacking loudly on mashed potatoes,
Smacking loudly while I planned my escape.
I patiently gazed from my docile corner,
overlooking a courtyard of younger you's:
a mysteriously prolific conejo.
Funny how straight your teeth seem now,
Funny how it is you I came to Know.
Warm lactose breath irrigating my flesh, now,
my god how I hate people who think they Know
you – mind if I lay here once more?
I'll assume you left this light on purposefully,
I'll assume this was all you had hoped for.
And now time for my own graduation:
From my comatose, love-worn isolation.
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