hide me

a minute after midnight.
someone I haven't seen.
gets in my mirror.

life is just.

a tale of conflict and cooperation.
though we are free to leave.
dull death is not a hip option.
unlike the old boots I wear.

I have no idea how to figure out this fiction.

fully realized world.
including some scenic detours.
and set pieces not entirely essential to the story.
my hiding spot, my seeking tease.