ooh, romance

some dusty springfield playing off a dusty
disc of vinyl; dusty in memphis. a classic.

you’ve got some rings on your ears.
move some hair away, you scoot in,
my hand moves through…

***

do you like the way they pick up
sound? I like the way yours taste,

when we’re embraced in each other’s
embrace, and my mouth is at your

neck and it goes up, at a lobe: metal,
skin, and your taste, your ear, just
slightly salty because, yes, didn’t you,
yes you biked here, dear?

Everyday ennui

Two young men
chat the domestic. They can’t
be older than me, by much.
Maybe they’re younger.

A dishwasher installed in a home
kitchen is the savior of one’s relationship. They both chuckle.

Gently talking shop (which is life, obviously) they seem so content.

One is doing yoga with his girlfriend, who is very serious; they talk
finances now, savings, insurance, rent — something I can’t make out.

I wish the world would swallow us all.