he told me that he was a victim
and that he fought against his oppressors with kazoos and convincing chants,
spinning umbrellas; passionately and with a heart of gold.
ultimately, though,
that night he took me back to his place
and the condo his parents had bought for him wasn’t as nice as I thought it’d be,

we went our separate ways, said he’d never forget the times we shared and then doxxed me four days later.