hands grasp cheeks, faces are brought together
but not completely, a distance of a feather
separates them, a breath of nervousness
basks his brain in disillusionment
don't do that again, it says loudly,
you're not meant to do that
it's not supposed to be this way
you knew that
and yet you did anyways, you selfish rat
you know there's nothing you'll ever get back
and that's how he thinks, and though that might
not be the case, it pervades regardless
sorry spills from his lips faster than
the brain can recognize the phrase
because it's been spoken so often,
he's burning down his own trees
the amazon is going fast
but this wildfire spreads faster,
grows exponentially
faster, faster, faster