January 14

Tonight, for dinner, we baked a pizza

topped with the theoretical exhalation of wrens 

& the screams

of children on a merry-go-round.

We watched a game

where two teams of men on giraffe-back

furiously attempted to erase each other

from each other’s sight.

I kissed you a thousand times fewer than I intended.

& you didn’t strangle me lovingly

as I always dreamed you might.

Still, I sat on your lap as if it were a seat

accidentally ejected from the cockpit of a plane.

And I fell to earth

never once concerning myself

with whether or not the chute would open.