skip to the end
we can try each other on, like shoes; slack
round the heels, loose-laced, then give them away.
we could melt like peppermints– heaven-sent
single hiccup, a gulp, and forgotten.
we wouldn’t even flirt with tenure, we
can forward to the denouement; live it
out in triple-time, an hour or so.
then go back to papers and train tickets
and make-believe nonchalance. my aplomb
stops the words falling from my page as i
deliver them. stops a restless itch from
thieving the driver’s seat and allowing sense
to float out of the window like a silk scarf -
crestfallen, directionless, out of sight.
