"plan a" was to be cordial:
you said, "coexist."
we toasted with our cappuccinos,
"to coexisting," before replacing our masks.
smile. wave. be polite.
I suppose some dozen missteps by me rendered this plan
useless.
"plan b" is much harder.
put your hand on the table.
the knife comes down, quick,
press the hot metal to the wound.
amputate. cauterize.
use your friends as a tourniquet,
like the one I've been twisting you into for the last year
and a half.
