I met a lover in the woods.
Our spread knees got drunk off the shaky ground
outside of all the cylinders and grease.
As teens we were forced to learn the physics of permanence.
The earth rotates fast enough to keep us pinned down
on top of one another, wild among the pine needles and twigs,
that is all we wanted from gravity.
After the blackout,
we wandered down empty subway tunnels,
and explored the parts of the city
that were normally guarded by electricity.
We climbed onto empty roofs
gazing out over the skyline of insomnia,
finally getting a chance to rest.
I want this machine to collapse out of me.
I want the future to die
so the present can live.