inspired by "Leave It All Up to Me" - Major Jackson.
All we want is to succumb to a single kiss
that will contain us like a marathon with no finish line, and if so, that we land like newspapers before sunrise, halcyon
mornings arrived like blue martinis. I am
learning the steps to a foreign song: her mind was torpedo, and her body was storm, a kind of Wow. All we want is a metropolis of Sundays, an empire of hand-holding and park benches? She says, “Leave it all up to me.”