Peekaboo

peekaboo.

I was lost — were you?

maybe that’s the only way we’re related:

both missing at the same time.

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you didn’t see me.

I didn’t see you.

fair trade.

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peekaboo.

what now?

best friends?

like when you were a kid,

every stranger sworn for life

until lunch ended.

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we’re not kids.

we’re professionals at avoidance.

hi / hug / let’s —

then sprint opposite corners.

god forbid we walk the same way.

you’d choke.

I’d choke harder.

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peekaboo.

the nightmare of parking lots.

last sentences bleeding out by the car door.

keys as excuses.

escape into dark corners.

wounds licked in private.

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peekaboo.

oh.

you don’t want to play?

good.

neither do I.

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how do you do.

hope all is well.

how’s the wife, the school choice, the bills?

busy, right?

busy.

see you.

see you.

peekaboo.

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