This is the part where we sob
in our hands and bite our
tongues ‘til they bleed,
because the (I wish I could say
things to you much bolder
than the moon)
silence seizes our stirring.
And when nothing is said
and we’re hung over from last
night’s drinking,
I will pour salt in your
water and watch you gag on the
taste of bland, plastic lust.

Pretend we are fortunate and
make believe we are good at
this — loving each other so we
don’t have to look at reality;
we are alone
Like lone stars, we hide our
beauty in crevices we dare
not open in the dark.

So lets make the scene,
cause some action and
maybe light a spark just to
pass the time in our
small, lonely worlds.