if you put a carcass
on the roof, the rats
will get it before
the birds

I do my coughing
on the roof
you do your
proving

you impress the doctor
with a bouquet
I ask stupid questions
that I hope

sound like love
then we go get ice cream
you choose something brilliant
I get chocolate

people celebrate
having finished the maze
never mind
getting out

then drive up and down
the one road
negative
in string lights

revving their lack
of ideas
like the start of a new
world until boom

it appears, and
we’re here, this tiny beach
with not enough space to
space out

as we float on bars
sit on each other
sink the land
into the sea