bubbling moët & chandon corks
over and under our previous
and accepted mindless fucks
of discourse
literature & poetry
your life & mine
tonight we ran
head first
you first
into sex & love
& people we both know
well & ontario skies
& sadness & isolation

finally i thought
maybe i’m letting someone into my lack
of misery and
accepted solitude

you had finally
given into
love
or the lack thereof
and i wondered
about the island
and how we ended up here

it crossed my mind
that i might wake up one day
without a breath left
in my hair
tossed up over
the bedframe
hiding a neatly written poem

it’s like waking
the morning after a nightmare
trying to figure out
this thing between you and i

hiding in the bedroom
you flip me a smile
and i promised not to leave
tight loveless arms
around me on the street
it’s all in my head
i bang into a mental poem
words subtitled in kanji
you whisper it will never happen
you whisper you’re terrified
you move hair from face
and whisper i’m beautiful
you move eyes from the ground
and whisper that we will go
that we will be ok
i tell you
you’ll be ok

and walked home alone.