This is the reward for the life you choose and the one you’ve made.
Lamb on the table. Stories you’ve been saving.
The pink light. The candles in their sticks. Tulips peeling open.

The deep dish. Everything that’s changed. The sky, out there somewhere, doing its changing thing. After everything
we return here to pull back together:

Drunk and soft and dizzy — I want this feeling to last forever.