i stretched you across an asphalt sky
just to watch you yawn.
oh, my love, you didn’t hear?
i am audience to your failure and success.
the typos turn me on: misstep my way. we’ll pretend
this bat billowing into our windshield isn’t a warning;
drive until the engine nearly explodes.
zip my dress; wear something easy to slip
out of inside an Uber on the way to another
party we weren’t really invited to, but let’s
be honest: everyone prays we’ll show.