some huge bright day

in a stolen open-top car
we drive towards a cliff edge
and I ask her
to marry me
for as long as it takes
for a blowjob maybe
or to change her name
change everything
and both of us sharing a bottle
of something

pass it back, I say
for we might never hit
maybe she says

when we hit the bottom
but not fucking before
I need to see commitment
and it's her turn with the bottle
as we go over, laughing
yes she says,
yes, to this
down through the low clouds

the trees, the whipping branches
that break the windscreen
that lacerate our wild, bloody faces

pass it back, I say. it's now or never

got to be joking, she says
crackling through the broken radio
that was your last shot ever
and I look
and seriously no one is there

last thing I hear
is nothing

laughing like the sky
far above

where birds now gather

.