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.