a marathon
drive-thru
fountain
root beer float
sharing a straw, a
spoon
popcorn
hiding under
the sheets
a roaring
leviathan leaps across
rough waters, just about
into my seat
popcorn, soda
ice-cream, vanilla
land in my lap
and then
there is you
arm in mine
covered in goo
and there is me
sticky, awkward
not saying a word
my thoughts are a
mind leviathan
and i don't kiss
you because
my brain is too full
silence distracts us
from the leviathan
we are more scared
of ourselves
than any
screen monster
i drop you off
and as you lean
close
i worry about my
hair and breath
and so I
pat your shoulder
and say
"Later."
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