we were in his car
an old red jaguar, not as fancy as it sounds
i don't remember where we were going
because we're always going somewhere

he said to me
"is it weird that i had a dream
about me and you in the future?"

& i froze, unsure how to respond
so i just waited

he glanced from the road to me
"you know, like... together."

the asphalt purred under us

i said "no. no it's not weird."

i breathed ice

he said, "i'm not sure
if i'm going to be gay forever."

he always says this
when he doesn't have to look at me

i said "it's okay, i know.
i know you're confused, right?"
i'm confused too, but i didn't say that

we turned onto the highway
he flicked red ashes out of the window

he said "i hate that word."

& we drove onward
in the dark with the radio loud