We’ll have petty arguments
You’ll laugh at my verses
whilst I curse your awful knowledge
I’ll smoke a cigarette
You’ll burn my name
After all this, we’ll lie in bed
and serenade the sky with our moans
We’ll see children
Birds will fly low
The sun will shimmer down just before four
and at six, we’ll swim!
I’ll take out my bathing suit and change,
you’ll laugh at how childish I am with these small breasts
And we’ll argue
And we’ll live.