you made a casual apocalypse today is the apocalypse-- the end of everything-- of course it'll pass like it always does & i spend most days thinking about how close i am to becoming an ending that a sky of fire does very little to shock me-- i make coffee-- tear two yellow sugar packets-- stir-- i ask the sun if she's getting up or if she's resigning to be grey today-- i don't mind being grey-- it's the big finale anyway & last night i felt you kiss me the whole way home-- reckless-- i closed my eyes at stop lights in the hope of falling asleep & conjuring a dream of us-- your lips soft honey-bee wings-- the steam sneaking from the rim of my mug of tea-- kiss after kiss-- chapstick leaving the gentle illusion that you are coming home with me-- i accidentally kiss the steering wheel-- cold-- flinch at the blare of the horn-- back to the apocalypse-- i'm not shocked by this kind of thing usually-- not by four horseman or the crackling streets-- i pull the blinds closed to keep out the glare of the fire-- it's best to not give it any attention-- best to just let the world work itself out-- i take a run & think about how maybe if i added up all the miles i've run this week i could easily have run all the way to you-- i would be tired but it would be worth it for the romantic gesture-- i'm a mess as you can see-- laying in bed last night i thought i was still in my car & i reached for the parking break-- i could feel you reach for my hand & we lined them up palm to palm-- oh how you make mirrors to be broken-- park the car on the ceiling where it won't come down-- gravity relinquishing her hold on the fading planet-- under my covers i begin to levitate-- lifted by the mischievous hands of angels they're overcome with fear-- i fall asleep-- thinking of floating down a river-- clear & full of sun beam-- holding you is kind of like that tension at the surface of any body of water-- clear water lakes & tadpole pools in April-- the thin layer on the surface that water bugs skate across-- oh how i want to fall in please kiss me again