the fortune cookie read
"im just glad to know people like you exist"
and hippies, travelers, lawyers, and doctors agree
words just dont cut it.
because the new excitement felt was just that
new.
confused feelings portrayed outward
with the troubled times and upcoming exit sign
and the word forever.
but like any other, the fortune was discarded, set aside
with leftover newspapers and faintly seasoned chicken
next to a plate too big for one man to consume alone
but just enough for two to enjoy comfortably,
exchange conversation among the distorted radiation, blurred vision, ketchup stains and tainted water,
and exit
hand in hand
sharing a smile only they will understand.
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