Luckily

 


The expanse of us.

We were deep and hungry.
Kept it simple:
got drunk, high and low.

We used to fuck and dream;
dream and fuck
but there was an end

luckily

and how typical of you to find it
with your narrowed affection.

Turns out your soul
had the same plastic texture
as your heart
and it turns out
I wasn't good enough for plastic

luckily.


The expanse of us
and the condensing shoals of you.