Don’t you love caffeine buzzes? I do—
though I was a little loopy driving home.
It’s midnight every day and I still can’t
overcome my exhaustion with it. Please
tell me you stay up later than you should,
you live in the moment more than
it lives in you— I love you because
I don’t know you. I love the way Pepsi
trembles in my bladder like laughter
from the aftertaste
of a year-old joke.
We should go for a run
around the stars, swim in a black hole
with our eyes shut
all while on these chairs
that have stayed still
long enough to forget we’re on them.
You are right about believing in myself,
even when I’m dizzy on soda,
dripping slippery words
to the concrete. They seed each other
like a misshapen painting sold for 3 dollars
to a crack addict. But the art’s there.
Just as when you say you’re leaving
you leave a little clumsy with words
dropped out your eyes
and I sigh like a flower
that hasn’t found the courage
to ask for more sun: a little wilted,
but still here, still hoping
you’ll plant me in your pot.