the rush of orange and purple
backwards seats
leaving you behind
leaving the deep skyline behind
leaving my breath and the way you filled my fingernails with flesh
second love
proving every inch of mind to the depths of the ocean
and i hope and wish and pray
that you will sit in my opposite seat
and we will look up from our newspaper puzzles
and laugh on how
we have no capability to do anything we wish
because we skipped every opportunity we do not regret
and skipped every rock we will never regret
over the pond of swans
that look elegant, but bit my cousin Jack
that look elegant, but broke my aunt’s heart
that look elegant
but violently
purge
up
every
meal.