What if you talk into
the back of my neck,
move my hair like a curtain, and
say all the things that
make me forget about existential
heft, about global warming, about
death. What if you make
me think instead of love,
of everything I want: the
future spread out nicely, all
my favorite fruit, large bodies
of water, the exact timbre
of my favorite laugh, sweet
little birds, the secrets of
the universe.
-ATS
What do you want to think about?
Damn!