Holograms never tasted
like the graham cracker crusts of s'mores,
your marshmallow laugh smooshed under her crackling, biting wit
The "Lake Titicaca" jokes smoking chocolate
more than melting tension,
your tendons stretched like fledgling bones,
longing for a strumming hum to take flight,
Holograms rely on light.
Just right, just right.
