peekaboo.
I was lost — were you?
maybe that’s the only way we’re related:
both missing at the same time.
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you didn’t see me.
I didn’t see you.
fair trade.
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peekaboo.
what now?
best friends?
like when you were a kid,
every stranger sworn for life
until lunch ended.
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we’re not kids.
we’re professionals at avoidance.
hi / hug / let’s —
then sprint opposite corners.
god forbid we walk the same way.
you’d choke.
I’d choke harder.
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peekaboo.
the nightmare of parking lots.
last sentences bleeding out by the car door.
keys as excuses.
escape into dark corners.
wounds licked in private.
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peekaboo.
oh.
you don’t want to play?
good.
neither do I.
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how do you do.
hope all is well.
how’s the wife, the school choice, the bills?
busy, right?
busy.
see you.
see you.
peekaboo.
.
About the Creator
Iris Obscura
Do I come across as crass?
Do you find me base?
Am I an intellectual?
Or an effed-up idiot savant spewing nonsense, like... *beep*
Is this even funny?
I suppose not. But, then again, why not?
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Comments (3)
Oof. I feel this one. "the nightmare of parking lots. / last sentences bleeding out by the car door" those lines in particular sting. Loved how you wrote this feeling!
Omggggg, this is the sad reality of our lives. Loved your poem!
Ah, yes, we grew up. And it all went to heck. such a pity.