his name was Alex.
he was very young and
wide eyed and used to doodle
through meetings. one time,
he kept his eyes closed as everyone
went around in a circle and shared.
but when it was my turn, he popped
his eyes open and stared at me.
I spent one whole year fantasizing
about him, not lured by his youth
but the way he was clearly taken
by me and how he didn’t just
act strange, but possessed it.
they all think I am writing about
them. I am writing about a cloud
I passed once.
cry cry cry and then
just start fucking laughing.
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