Barista

the barista looks just like my aunt
get out of my head
some things should stay unsaid
I hate being informed of a twin--suddenly, a copy
wondering if they have the same cracks and the same crooked eye
from an incident that could’ve been avoided at 22
the walls around me are
impenetrable forces of separation
characters sharing dreams in daemonic chorus
if you collect enough lives the end boss enters the scene
and it’s you, shining without armor