happened real fast
built on stilts over virgin inlets, tribes of wrappers, packages, cut boxes broken down into flat planes over warm human asphalt
Spent it on rides, stayed up late, came eight times total to your crude vibrations, rigged my own touch to the fabrics in your palate, loose and calm like deflated clouds of cigarette smoke
We hid it behind explanations, coarse like the clay court waltz of our drifting caste (who learned the bird calls, who hung out on the lazy river with the cell out). And I snapped her bra like a tragic hero might, over artichoke dip and the crunching hallelujahs of praise and worship karaoke
Introduced it like a PM option, whatever bruised you like an apple, Vatican gold turned brown, ill and conscious of tomorrow’s promises
We played it close. We disguised our arguments as limited edition fast food toys and collected them, wound them up and watched them shake and fret and scream at the end of a short meal
Came to terms with 99%, pursued an ambitious high before my 9 o clock shift. Tried to cut a shade of love into the way I ignored your calls and I felt the same warmth from your own dial tones, and when they came, from your clean words, as varied and beautiful as the days of summer
