its very night,
and i.
don't know what's in me.
this push. this puuuuuuuuuuuush.
toward a bed and out the door,
together. we. are.
i'm learning a remote control.
i'm learning pancakes.
i'm learning bills, and debt, and my first gray hair.
bells. scooping up my books, my bag,
flying fish and invitations
full of decor like lightening,
and fuck, maybe,
unicorns.
dragons.
a dying tire, sighing brakes, the long shadows of ex's and a worm
out history of families, broke parts make
believe.
fixes, and a plead
for soft landings. sex
plus us.
plus everything.
see?
