we were on the outskirts of paradise
barely perceptible but definitely real
like someone who talks about love
but would never sweep out the garage
or give anything without compensation
as if karma weren’t enough but one
must have some chipotle sauce on it
and another cigarette to be sociable
but nonetheless in the process of
eating the world we did hone in
on heaven as we had talked about it
it was not a new house and car
but an endless stretch of beach
with islands on every horizon
No comments:
Post a Comment