Before
we disappear
Let’s
reassess our options
We’re
red hot like Grand Theft Auto
These
poems are short
Because
I have little to say
And
I’m hungry for magic
There’s
a pizza in the oven
Cheese
fell off and is burning
I
hope the fire alarm stays mute
Condensation
is our biggest enemy
Because
it realizes our greatest fear
Disappearing
before we’ve had our say
Let’s
watch an Orson Welles film festival
And
get lost in takeout Chinese
TCM
is oftentimes the most lethal aphrodisiac
Before
I disappear
I
must confess
I’ve
always been biased when it comes to you
Charles Cicirella
12/10/19 
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