it was the moment
i felt the weight of you
that come hither look in your eyes
a crashing instant
when i contemplated
what we would be
we would make antony and cleopatra seem uncommitted
a passion so profound
it would negate my need for panties
i made the decision
not to want you
or the responsibility of your happiness
chose never to be the person
who complains you’re never around
and when you’re home don’t lift a finger
i never want to be your freshest regret
what a perfect disaster we would be
our neighbors would hate us
we would go to home depot
and choose to paint the bathroom an almost puce shade of armageddon
we would watch fatal attraction together and immediately run to ikea
for more lamps and cutlery
scratching vinyl to a screeching stop
speakers and clothing flying
through rattling windows
we’d brawl over a bourbon bottle
some june night
and threaten to cut each other
with the jagged pieces
of a kenny rogers and the first edition album
perpetually polar
fucking or fighting
either way it would be noisy
we would drive the sidewalk to drink
all the pearls in the world
would fall from their strands
we would tire of crying
you would invalidate my every previous love poem
our car would eternally be waiting to plunge
from an icy bridge
in the deep south
midwinter
because i threatened to jump out and through the door open to puke
and you swerved trying to grab for my
drunk ass
because we’d love each other more than we had collective sense
there must be a heaven for that