sitting legs crossed     stained carpet gleaming 
          under kmart copper lights tinkling    (hung up w command hooks ofc)
                    air heavy with misogynistic bangers      we are definitely giggling too much 
we have the epiphany that The Road to El Dorado was responsible for all our bisexual awakenings
          & we talk abt student debt    being alive    how much our backs hurt 
                    how we should get matching tattoos   how 14 y/o us wouldn’t think we’d be 
coping like this…    but it’s okay that ur not okay     it’s cool that ur still here    let’s bathe in 
          the joy found in those miniscule moments    like how watching David Attenborough
                    docos when high is top fucking tier    & those moments 
when you’re living life & it feels like a poem – 
          fireworks outside crackling     the explosions smearing through the condensation 
                    how pretty people look under streetlights 
when u think too hard abt how frightening the ocean is         it’s just so damn vast man 
          yet here we are w our chests collectively aching from laughter 
                    basking in each other’s existence