Let's Light the Horse on Fire

hit the fork
and we are going to remorselessly
laugh and cry.

then probably die,
she sings with a neckbrace.

and so we find ways
to fill the empty:
this damn dance floor,
both of us telling lies,
like it is the first time.

no matter,
the wind will blow tomorrow
in spite of us,
and our tangled arms,
silent alarms.

we leave.

hotel home.


we both wish
we were somewhere
but we are here,