afterlife of the bffls

• & we drank from the same wine glass. we blessed it together.
• i know a few of the dead. i have placed my tongue in the mouth of a woman
• with an apologetic voice. i am neutral to her
• mouth volcanic plume, coffee liqueur, calbuco
• volcano, wide xico crater, 1 kilometer, that
• perfectly fits my mouth. i eat it, hallmark
• plot as fuck. map. glossy sleeve. no pop rocks.
• later, there will be a talk, but for now i feel her
• looking at me while I’m looking
• at the fireworks & later, later there will be a talk,
• but for now i kiss her & taste the espresso martini i just bought us
• & know i’ll feel like a vixen for the rest of my life.