give me a chance to take you out for one last night in the city,
as the angels sleep on the sidewalks, and the reptiles snore in the white house.
I'm crying alone while your friends check their phones, smoke their vapes, and Brady the dog nudges my leg with his snout, soft as a napkin wiping breadcrumbs off a table.
Chipotle before we write diary entries for our children who look like your ex-boyfriend. Tell them stories past their curfew, as their heads cloud with dreams, where nothing but beauty blooms, and sadness goes to pasture, to be cooked on a rotisserie, and spit out into bits.
like your flesh when it's been burnt by a lighter. so listen up, finish your game of FIFA, then make me laugh, so that I could forget about yesterday's fight.