If you and I could float
on the sea
buoyed by a rubber raft
ice all around
neither one would clamor
about “who bought this” and “when
did we pay that”
mostly the argument
would be about getting to
higher ground
no one wants to leave
what is perfectly behind them
and perfectly ahead--
only just now perfected
the pleasantries of “what the fuck”
colliding with “just sit down”
I literally
Cannot hold
Onto everything
All at once
