I am on that endless rinse cycle.

I want to drive with the windows down until the sun comes up someplace I can burrow in the sand.

I want to be just this body across the hotel bedspread,

Smoke a few down to the fingers, drink too much,

watch fish fling themselves onto the beach.

I’m sorry, I love you. I don’t know how to be the right thing at the right time.

At least it’s just us, minimal damage. You know I’m a hostile environment,

The mothership thrives.

When I get far enough away I want to come home, sneak in the back door, climb inside your skin while you are sleeping.

Maybe I’m not getting any older or maybe I’m already dead.

What a song, what a dance.

Where are your eyes?

You already know the curves and smooth valleys.