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2024-11-30 01:21:52 -05:00
we - i - lie to my dad about where im going
just to be together at the waffle house -
two coffees, one swelling with too much sugar.
breakfast of diasporic all-stars with hashbrowns
and pancakes topped with chocolate chips
for two of a milk chocolate people.
the diner vibrating like 2010, a flapjack fairy
dressed in all green and bouncing to daft punk.
from here the sky looks wider than ever;
the tables are crowded with futures.