Ill go anywhere to leave you but come with me. All the cities are like you anyway.

Windows darken when I get close enough to see. Any place we want to stays polluted,

the good spots taken already by those who ruin them. And restaurants wed never find. Wed rut a ditch by a river in nights so long they must be cut by the many pairs

of wrong-handled scissors maybe god owns and doesnt share. I water god. I make a haunted lake and rinse and rinse. I take what I want, and have ever since what

I want disappeared, like anything hunted. Thats what you said. Disappointment isnt tender, dried and wide instead. The tourists snapped you crying,

and the blanket I brought was so dirty it must have been lying around in lice and blood that whole year we fought. It wasnt clear, so I forgot.

I havent been sleeping, next to you

twitching to bury my boring eyes. The ship made you sad, and the ferry, and canoe. All boats do.