first date
it’s surreal she said
and she wouldn’t move on
she just stayed there
mesmerized at the black
& red oval (maybe triangular) thing
that may or may not have been
a ladybug
it’s a ladybug I say
let’s move on
the hell she says
a ladybug
are you fucking serious
—okay I’ll catch up with you later
june two thousand twenty-two
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jdubqca 
the poem reads like a weird dream.. thanks for the experience yeah. 🙂
oh yes très bizarre ~ thank you for visiting & commenting
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