we should make out

                you whisper 
perched in this nest of

chapbooks meets cricket whites

I could not agree more 
we put down our

respective teacups  
                look, you say, I’m seeing

                someone. she’s overseas

                we’re in touch, we

                like each other a

                lot 
beneath us

the futon creaks

a ship going down 
                plus, you add,

                this summer I’m helping

                a friend get pregnant  
our first kiss is green

as an exit sign