remind the audience that no one ever believes you,
the British accent says.

“also,” I skip along beside him.
glee is a quiet torture.
“No one ever belieeeves me.”

I am smiling ear to ear
and full of caffeine,
the slow grind of back teeth
back and frankly,
welcome. glee is
a hedonistic pursuit.

It’s June,
beginning of summer
and I have found
you.

“King of Cups”