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

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

There’s that kid, sliding up next to me again,
flat noted whistle, sly look,
elbow in my side:
“Hey mister –
it’s just some shit.
Just the same old shit.
Even the view out the plane window’s
kinda dull nowadays.”

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

Gonna see all of us.