after Orville Peck’s “Dead of Night”
i know it may not be likely i know the sun may explode by then
taking us all with her
but i want to grow old with you i want the cliché
a porch we build together us, on matching rocking chairs each day with our hot pink sequin cowboy hats not to mention the bolo ties & pointy boots i’ll ask you what you think the answer is to the daily crossword & you’ll know because of course you know
you’ll say something like “oh darlin’ the answer was always balderdash” we’ll scroll the metaverse until our
ex-dairy cows come home we’ll listen to orville peck croon while we hoverboard into the horizon red our forms dissolving into the distant canyon
is that too much to ask?
it’s such a small thing to ask of
if you think about it
we’re simply a speck floating around god’s cornea soon to dissolve; a piece of flesh waiting to be reabsorbed into the universe
and i want to manifest this main-character-life with you
before it’s all over
it explains why i’m fighting off sleep
to write this at 2 in the morning –
another dreamless night
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