britney spears told us
to dance. i’d rather sit
in the lotus position
in a walk in closet full
of givenche and dior.
we’ll sit right in front of
eachother and hold hands
and the couture will brush
our shoulders. tell me about
that time you were a kid
and you were waiting in
your best friend’s room
while he was in the john
and, surveying his possesions
you realized that we
were each all alone.
You weren’t depressed,
though, you were vaguely
excited by the the idea
of your own unique language.
we emerge, and
the world hasn’t ended.
we suspect, however,
that we might be ghosts
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