words forgotten like a dream that never hit the threshold
a sequence of patterns with the familiarity of logic
remembering a friend who called me brother but he never would have
the Genesis of reality based on no law or reason
even in such deluge, unable to find my anchor
I am the code that was jammed in the machine

deep/10

a beta male in a red sweater getting cooked in the breakroom

HR won’t save him, just side-eyes and group chats

can’t even afford pho, just vibes and instant regret

posting his L’s on d2jsp like it’s a diary thread

“i’m super straight btw” he types, sweating at the screen

while gay edits autoplay and he doesn’t click away

a red sweater for everyone who's ever wondered

if it's okay to wear something pretty every winter

spring stalls but the pho continues to rise

like steam from the sauna, heat from the hot tub

I remembered your eyes, unruly and locked into me

I am the vision you can't unsee