I made up our bed, a clean wedding
Thought I would find you in it
Thought we had the same eroding mouths.
When you swallowed my language
I didn’t care because the secrets of my past
Were yours too and I counted how many women I could be.
I felt lighter than all the metal flags between us
The ones that made up our alibi stars,
Day cleaning arrows breaking up miles and the value of chickens
And below we were their immigrant lovers
Marching paradise futures,
Steps on a ticket, all the same.
And we laughed at the reality TV government,
Until we could no longer understand why
We were both missing.