here we are, thick as thieves, so happy, so vibrant.
(our skin burns like eta carinae
whenever i get too close i can feel the flush bubble up
i can feel the marrow baking
but i step away.
i don’t let the visions reach their climax)
here we are, we are laughing and everything is a joke.
intimacy is a joke but it is our joke
something nobody else will understand
something that is ours and ours alone.
nobody else is in on the joke.
others laugh with us but they don’t get it.
(the first time i touched her like that
i knew it was the start of something)
here we are, sometimes it feels like we have nobody
but we will always have each other.
won’t we?
won’t we?!
(the first time i touched you like that
when we were finished
i wondered if i had made a mistake)
here we are, at the beginning.
(we do not know it yet
but we are careening towards a cliff
and we are each about to take a swan dive
and spend the entire way down arguing
about if one of us pulled the other two down
or if we were pushed
or if we each jumped of our own volition
we will spend so much time arguing
we will forget that eventually we will hit the ground
mistaking falling for flying)