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Lunch with Tomorrow

Her eyes left her phone
Only to scrutinize apologies

I said they were jokes
She said oh please

I asked her about her books
They’re not for you I’m told

I understood and the more
She turned away the more

I confessed my secret fantasies
She put them on tic-toc

Maybe you could be an Ed meme
She said

I said she could do
Anything she liked

Running my cards
Through a swiper

She told me to
Pick up her dog’s laundry at five

I’m in love with tomorrow
Even when she acknowledges me

◄ I have no secrets

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