the shadow and weight of him

as we laugh
juice drips on my thigh
from the spoon
he stole from the cafeteria

as we laugh
watching the relationship
between events
unraveling on TV
his TV
in his room

as we laugh
eating syrupy pineapples
out the can
this has already passed

this
what’s between us
the yellow pineapple can
none of it exists anymore

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