in the bathroom we call our drugroom you slip rings

from each your fingers before washing your hands.

i am your shadow, soft-lit ghost of mirrored

reflections pulling tiny spice-spoon scoops, asking

is this too much? until you goldilocks the task

just right. the dance floor is just me & you.

this isn’t true but our moves are so main character

the extras fade away even when circling us with envy.

i yell to you MY MOM IS DEAD! she died and she’s dead

and you’ll die and be dead someday too! you nod

like the yelling isn’t just the sound of my own thoughts

backlit by darkwave synth. as though you know

when i’m not talking what i’m trying to say is

i will lose everyone i love and that includes you! is

i will sign up for losing you if i get to be with you tonight! is

i just fucking love you bro!

we’re hosting an ice cream party now, slinging impressive

scoops: cones&cherries, fudge&sprinkles,

chocolate&strawberry spilling dripping everywhere,

isolating the room with our vehement declarations

BRING BACK DRY HUMPING! we’re laughing in our nook

neither remembering why, walking four more miles

because we want to fucking dance. we are so still

as the sticky floor sways, sweaty trance against

our shoulders engulfed in a first kiss and when i open

my eyes i’m surprised we’re not alone. i can’t explain

the unspoken knowing, like we grew up together,

are growing up together. like you’re my brother or something,

nevermind the kissing. we main character the moment,

all the extraneous fades away, each battlefield of memory

turns playground in our magic melded minds. i yell to you

bro! we’ll be dead in no time! you nod.

just keep dancing with me til then