poet rotations
simon, after the adrenaline wears off: oh god oh no i hugged him i TOUCHED him i need to throw myself into dirt and bury myself i need a small space to- what the fuck is he doing in the mental health node
grace, after putting on a video of mars: I found your mountain the one you said you liked and the lake in the crater? we can go there when we get back if you want i think i’m turbo dead legally on earth sooooo
simon, staring blankly ahead: i would give you my seed
grace:
grace: wh at
simon: the- the seed. the highest honor when someone dies. i would give up my place in a burial chamber so you could have a seed planted where you rest
grace: HUH
Simon, unable to shut up: can we tell rocky to mix the soil our bodies become i want to be one with you
grace: hey so is planning funerals like planning a wedding
simon: no (very obviously lying)
grace:
grace: i mean
grace: sure?? we can be dirt together
simon: :)
grace: oh my god you can smile
simon: I HAVE SMILED BEFORE
grace: WH- NOT AT ME
simon: YOU JUST WEREN’T LOOKING WHEN I WAS
grace: do you smile at me when i’m not looking a lot
simon: >:(
grace: your scowl means nothing now you smile at me when i look away

















