deux à la fois


we would think after dinner
and think some more,

we thought ourselves into incarceration
and behind bars we broke into perilous laughter

i would shower with the lights off 
and you would copilot 

this airplane of hysteria 
had four hands on the yoke

you were my battery. 
i thanked some god i don’t worship
and another who doesn’t love me
that you were made rechargeable.

together,
we sang the song of a liar.

nothing was impossible
in our neck 
of the woods