Our '86

i used to live resided
resigned to a single bed
a life the same
solo
enough to always be looking up
but resigned.
you as well had lived resigned
resided single on the couch blankets held close
cocoon the warmth you protected
cherished
from what was left
of you.

and as we travel
the back roads on our
dirty bench seat watching tv through
the bug splat windshield of our '86  Ford
we are most comfortable
and eager.
the scenery passes and we speak
stop
get out and love
love who we are and where we have come:
to the Bailey
or that stand of pine
that took us underwater
we breathe fresh and clear of
now and tomorrow.

together the couch and single bed
have been fucked out the door
along with our resignations that had allowed us
to only exist.