6 a.m. & I am in bed.
There are indistinct voices across my balcony. The window & blinds are closed.
9 a.m. & I am in bed.
We looked inseparable a night ago.
"No passengers" but we defied the rules. Rode past the cops with no helmets.
My arms around your torso & a ride around the bay with my hair in both our faces.
I can’t remember the last time I laughed that much.
I can’t remember the last time I trusted someone with my limbs.
I should’ve kept a memory.
Should’ve taken a photo, your smile, a rock from the ground. Anything.
I am beginning to doubt if you love me
or if you wait to hurt me
& see how it looks in poetry.