a queer superstar persona encounters a boy with a plastic AK-47 in a sunny february yerevan park
they – in their KP super bowl XLIX fantasy; he – in a yester-war reality
the boy gestures a discharge; the superstar mimics an effortless death drop
the guardian accompanying him produces a laugh audible enough to protrude their firework blasting airpods
with no pause, the superstar continues their catwalk as if it had all been rehearsed.