There you are, skinny as the day’s first hour.
And here I am, stalking you like the breeze
hunting picnickers in the summer grass.
What I’m trying to say is, it’s clear
this isn’t working. You think of us as xo.
I think of us as a three-act drama
starring a small child and a jar of aspirin.
Under the bright stage lights, it’s like
you’re not even here. And then I’m ushered
to my seat. Twinkle in the pilot’s eye,
twinkle on the wing. Think of it as the new style
of living: we come and go in the reflection
of a heart monitor’s flatline. How swell.
You should really put some ice on that.