Just some dumb counter encounter,
me and my old doppelganger,
this dusty man, wry eyed in the mirror,
wishing the kale juice was something higher test.

Gotta flush those toxins, baby,
gotta pretend the lastnightlastdecade didn’t happen.

And there’s that kid moving into view,
sliding up next to him,
flat noted whistle, sly look,
he whispers:
“Hey, mister –
it’s just some shit.
Just the same old shit.
Even the view out the plane window’s
kinda dull these days.”

All I know is,
She’s
gonna see me –
in time.

Gonna see all of us.