Haunted by knowing so little about each other

you'd stand at the cracked door like Paul Mescal

smirking enough to save me, a bottle of your third bottle of red wine in place of expensive japanese whiskey, swinging

slurping

and volunteering to decimate me/you

here comes the bomb

anonymous protector of your soul

accidentally keeps mine in rubble.

many words everywhere everyone talking making themselves so dizzy

hear yourself

hear the bird

I want to leave

this place

Can you breathe and not feel it?

not leave on an airplane.

I'd rather walk into the sea

where children

not only mine

are wandering in a fog whisper-wailing "how did we get here"?