living inside a bubble
she told me she felt sharp as a tack
I told her I felt the same way
hours since have gone by
and nothing has really changed
it was as if we were inside a bubble
and everything around us was beautiful
you know that the bubble is imaginary
she went on to say
and I told her that I know that it is
as I lie on my back
poking at it with my big toe
march two thousand twenty-one
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