A fine experience

Leaning on wisdom

Of a thousand past mistakes.


I never expected to meet you

but I do,

and there’s high stakes.

Here we go ’round again,

Who are your best friends?

Where does life begin?

What’s your favourite colour and

What’s most important?


The only trend is this cyclical pattern

‘Cause the moon is in Saturn–

or maybe it’s Mercury.

I don’t know astrology.

I’m not a jerk, you see, but–

Why does this keep happening?

You seem to be into me,

Then without explanation or

a moment’s hesitation

We’re no longer conversing.

Such a terse thing.

You like me, you don’t.

You’ll meet me, you won’t.

You’re flighty– but most:

You’re anxiety.

A ghost.


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