sound

she floats me a paper cup taped to a string
and there are words about you.

your hand missteps against a body
and then another.

i find myself open eyed near the floor
the mouths say, yes, this is the floor
but i'm up here tied to clouds.

this isn't the first time i've done it
dreamt it all up in my head.

this is true.
you draw a line that balloons into faces
and suddenly we're fingerpicking pledges of love on the headlands
streetsmart, we're climbing from a sportscar in sausalito.

i promised myself love, once
and you followed on repeat.

but the paper cup is ringing
and i can't help but hear.