Let us go there then.

Sun drunk in the afternoon and
missing deadlines and being bad friends.

Cheap hotel lights on the highway and
sand chairs sunken in.

Coffee spinning on the microwave plate and
measuring my days with the lengths of your arms.

It’s what happens after the drinks and the
drinking and behind
the photos being taken:

you’ve rolled the universe between
two hands and still
you’ve chosen me.

We know the future will end
but we’re doing it anyway.