Last night, after I said I was just passing through. After we

stole away from other sapphics. After I said

you’re going to die and I can’t stop it. Last night in

San Junipero when the sky blushed lilac, horizon seeped like a cut

kumquat in deep summer, when the moon hung below the skirts

of the palm trees like a half-remembered

moon, when we drove to

nowhere, to the render’s edge, when waves crashed on distant

shores of time, when we shored against forgetting, when

we made sense of forever—the longing—the

boredom—the laughter—the love of it—last night city

lights blazed a new galaxy and the dead

had already made room for us. I knew what I was born for. Time’s

nearly up. Let’s dance, sweet thing

                                                                 until the rest of it.