This idea of us being one is not like how I chose us in our nothingness of touch and cream, the realm or dream of the two of us
what’s so special about pairs?
We taste cold. Tongues, like iceberg we cut. Cut through fine sheets of cotton and tulips. Hips turn to Saturn, Uranus, your highness! The moon is at your front door but you’re at your neighbor’s you sold what you called “home”
Whenever she was angry she made tomato soup
He ate ramen
Burped bricks, split ends, sunglasses and sound systems. Smell of kitchen in my hair. Life in my eyes and ears. Hearing headaches of an experience. Heartaches of joy.
The time I drank IPA. The rays of sun shined through whatever you called your
steel arms but I didn’t steal the time that was left, we had left things behind that
You swore to me you would still love me, and I gave you asparagus because
I didn’t have flowers