Rare

Well-fed and aching from

Fulfillment,

I made an allusion to Rugrats

To explain my feelings as I

Often do.

Twisting the rings on your keys

Out of habit, you told me we were a

Rare breed.

 

And I wanted to

Believe you, as I 

Often do.

 You handed over your 

Keys, now that you’re

Old enough for the gesture,

As a screaming child provoked 

A chuckle in you that 

Doesn’t see daylight as

Frequently as the rest of us.

 

“That kid sounds like

The baby penguin from

Mario 64,” you said.

And I laughed because 

You were right, as you

Often are. 

 

Later that night the stars

Sang with their colors

As we rested our minds

Making our feet hostile.

 

“Let me know when 

You want me to leave,”

I said. He ashed his

Cigarette and said “Never.”

I asked, “Do you have enough

Food to last us forever?”

He looked at his watch and said

“Forever…” pausing for the crickets’ song,

 “we may need to go to the

Grocery store.”

 

 

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[writing mojo]

your eternity set on the expectations of another is quite adjusted, you geared the silly with omniscience of separation anxiety well, with piece...good stuff to flow on