carcino—geneticist replied to your post: ROSE HUMAN AND KANAYA SITTING ON A HIVE TREE S-L-O-P-P-Y M-A-K-E-O-U-T
HEY FUCK YOU. IT’S NOT LIKE YOU CAN DO ANY BETTER.
Twixt broken bough bent in disarray
and gnarled knot of a young birch trunk
did lovers sit.
Reaching out, they did embrace
by sunset’s fire their faces lit,
they heard their heart’s wishes, and sloppily so
made out until the sun did go.
Next time you challenge me, Karkat, remember that I won my school’s poetry context three years in a row. And remember that my brother is Dave.