Hello, Jan,
This is delightfully off-kilter and charged with an ominous inevitability. Once drizabone is deciphered (thank you, Google!), the poem falls neatly into place—its mix of dark humor and existential dread works well. The repetition of We meet at 12 builds tension effectively, and the raincoat motif is particularly strong in how it holds absence, excuse, and fate all at once.
A sharp, unsettling piece—well done, Jan!
Cheers,
…Alex
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