dream of seeing you in your life
dream that everyone looked old
dream that we congratulated each other
guess who’s opening their heart
guess who
is opening their heart
there was a crescent moon tonight made of paper
a digital sky
a dream that privacy felt scarce
dream i had time to bring my hitachi
but dream i was at your party too late looking for containers
to bring everyone home and
dream my identity was impossible to conceal so
i choose you
as my archivist
and you, my archeologist
excavate my photo booth
and faithfully, wash the gossip
dream we did it together when
a pure bold longing
to be gone filled him
and i said dream! it has filled me too
but it has
filled me too
and i spilled that it’s my last life
spilled it’s my last life all over your bed
as my conscious and un- met in one horizon
one horizon bobbing and blue
and you wept, for what?
but, i said, i just wanna fuck
and dream no one is home
i just wanna fuck because
i can love you from there
guess who
can love you from there
