our fake empire

a brief love letter

I knew it when we were all huddled in the bathroom, painting each other’s faces white like clowns and sipping champagne to wake ourselves up. I knew it when we stopped in the middle of the sidewalk the night before, just the six of us, and I knew it when it was the six of us again at the picnic table behind the bar and it was nearly four a.m. and no one…