You make me feel like
lighting Ponsonby on fire and
running away with the Lynx can laughing.

I wish I was a private school girl with an inheritance
and a house. We’d lie back and fold up together
like two deck chairs swooning.

Instead, there’s only this.
Cupping our hands around thin air smiling
about everything we don’t have.

For a while
it is everything.
And it is enough.