I sang sad songs Because I thought by singing of other people’s pain I might expel some of my own But my chest found new reasons to tighten I want to take you back to my room And make love to you on my unmade bed I want it to remain unmade Because we never leave it I want to get drunk Drunker than I’ve ever been off of you So drunk I can’t walk and you have to carry me Carry me as long as I’ve carried you So our arms and knees can have mirrored stress fractures I don’t want to fit conveniently into your life As a place holder stored between Loneliness and opportunity Because for me you are the hurricane That I stood in my backyard waiting for While everyone else evacuated to higher ground