you and spaghetti
and the night
is all we have.
the memory followed
is probably drowned,
oh brothers and sisters lets go down.
toes hanging out
the bottom of the blanket,
we breathe.
six kicks
to the side ribs
has me cuddling up blood.
bring your own truck.
bring your own stunt man.
give them names.
there are wildflowers
by the train tracks
and my heart has questions.