He jokes that we’d argue over bedsides
We’d live in hipsterville &
I’d bike everywhere &
douse myself in patchouli each morning

He giggles at the thought of us
Dancing in our white-walled apt &
the wine spilling over our glasses &
the dog shitting in the tub

What a crazy thought–Us
Sanding our own dining table &
reading the headlines &
taking pills before breakfast

He laughs at these things
These things I’ve already thought

Buried under sheets alone
in wonderment
of what we could be

—
c