We were moths racing towards light bulbs-
reaching out every time it got too dark where we were floating.

We were lost masochists
who spent too much time together before learning
that some of our impulses might be better off left
in silent worries, and drunken stupors, and reoccurring dreams.

The pits of our stomachs
and the holes in our hearts
started feeling too empty
so we tried to fill up
by swallowing each other’s
carbon dioxide.