If I hand it back — it’s about letting you go,
taking cannibalism out of context,
giving you back your Sprite, too.

Let’s drink to downsized colors
off the atmosphere of displeasure
then falling back and breathing while your
rescuers get authenticated.
“Great I’ll hold...”

2 out of 2 observers were cut off. Pretty please on a wet
highway, casually substituted.

And during the break they reached an agreement.

It’s forbidden to talk now. It could be ethics,
since poetry acts against self interest.
Claymation teeth marks have a poetic scent.