But what you meant by distance was globe,
was be mine, hushbug,
and we’ll sleep the sleep of sky-
scrapers, grand blueprints
of built greatness—unrocked, unexploded,
half full of heaven and earth—
Expats to this homeflat, no longer
humbled to the bottommost bottom
O America we never wanted
your size but here
it is and we can’t contain ourselves:
modest travelers in a mammoth world.
What else to do but grow
into each other?
Let’s drink to that.
Take a swig, darling and turn
out the light.
Sometimes we have to beg
each other to be beautiful—drumming
and moonburnt.
Sometimes we just are.
Your knees are the end of a planet
I’ve shooked and shooked.
Roundest 360-degree-love I turn just to turn /you.