i can't wait to wear my skin proudly when we live together
all secrets bared like teeth and summer i imagine us
in stolen five-star hotel robes, white morning walls, you sipping
orange juice pen in hand, me nursing a coffee
you're either writing a poem or a poem is writing you
i think to myself 'absurd'
people will pay hundreds of dollars to stay
in a wide room with velvet curtains for one night while
i get to stay with you for years and never
once do i notice a bible in the drawer or
any other little thing that could make a sane girl
go mad. anyway with you i've got
a much better view.