the night before the year begins
and time loses us like old phone numbers
we watch the empire strikes back
and when the disc skips and we have to switch it off and i am anxious for the day and stupid-love-headed
i only yell
leave me alone . . . i'm going to hoss
running around the living room like an 8 year old
even though i mean the ice planet, hoth,
and not the guy from bonanza
until you drag me across the carpet by my ankles
and we laugh so hard
that i forget myself
and that the edges of you will start deteriorating soon
flashes of our images
like this one
to hold on the tongue
in between