instead of studying for my midterm

VIGNETTE

In another life
You tousle his hair and it’s strangely light
— a dirty blonde. Must have skipped a generation.
And you refer to him as “buddy”.
It is a dream that I spit on for its
cheesy fucking sentiments.

MIRRORS

I want to be sweet to you.
Then I want to delete you.
You call for me.
Then you leave me.
You must be tired, too.

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