avocado roll

trading our neon,
you splinter with me. my little rain cloud
on a leash. we drink from plastic cups.
ice machine. children under the table.
outside all the cars have assassin assignments.
not us. we are runaways. we are ripe.
pits in our stomachs. stomachs 
in our throats. pulling either side 
of a pack of chopsticks like a wishbone.
tell me, where did you think you would be tonight?
where are you now? soy sauce jungle.
bathrooms for jupiter. 
in the booth we do not sit across
from one another. we sit
side by side. shoe-kissing. 
your electric flower smell. o my darling.
i find our names as crosswords
in the paper menu. wasabi tongue. gills
of ginger. would you like the last piece?