vi.
PS:
I found her outside the narrow
window; we drank Hokkaido milk
on the first date, no Pickachu,
sitting aside a food truck, the parking
lot for a hotel once a hospital.
two disparate languages gurgled
into one froth.
Is this a constellation?
Synchronicity?
A pulsating rebirth?
Damn, this is dramatic.
Make sure to check your seed phrase and never give away your keys.