sat on a folding chair I had found
outside
I was
building something. I opened my laptop,
still stealing the signal
from next door, towering
synth line, blissed-out rave babies. lucrative
which nobody
had seen since the digital erosion
never embodied more purely
build to be approachable
the
stabbing at a
party
in your dark unfurnished
apartment, spoke of promise
the possibility of getting everything you want
after all
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