we had a beautiful night in a dome of strangers and 2 hours after, worry, with hopes of no mention the next. --don't be jelly. don't be sad-- we can't talk to her like that anymore.
we spend our meditation money wishing her possibilities, terrified of her privilege. to fall apart, a never-known. we won't be there to share. on a support that holds air. hot-like and choppy. for an underbelly.
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