we sit in the corner of
niche
coffee shops and
plot world domination on
post-its stained with purple sharpie.

people stare, and we stare back.

they like us, not because
we're particularly
nice but because we're...
(what's the word again?)

i n t e r e s t i n g.


written while i was contemplating why on earth i still have friends.
heh.