one it’s pathetic
centered on one thing, need to
get my feelings out—
deserve an explanation
frozen up, though we
hardly even talked—
how could it have been?
dream

two i understand now, my last resort
it’s awkward, to
move on
now, how we feel
our normal selves—
faceless a new
identity

three it was luck, the wrong one—
that’s really me
too personal
we both need…
blue red blue red and i
they say no: then
turn around
we share everything
myself

four first thing i thought
to let you know, i
wish i had the guts
i’m sorry—
no success
i think…how i was
the last thing—i
wouldn’t