i am going to call up jennifer connelly
and she is going to ask me out on a date.
my love shoots me a look
like the way cold smells
like the way a lighthouse looks
to a sailor
intent on synchronized shipwrecks.
so i went out
to a party
to a bar
to a body of water
to an automated teller machine or liquor store
or some other place where things go on and come to an end
all at the same time, like childbirth, or if napalm was also a form of fertilizer.