“Houston, the 2nd of September” – 9/07/06

We improvised a tunnel,
and when the cavern swallowed up the noise
from the tires indefatigably pounding the road to sand
she threw her hands in the air
and she laughed like we were six,
and riding our first rollercoaster.

Except that we never rode that rollercoaster together,
Because we’re new to this friendship business
even if it doesn’t feel that way.

It’s okay, because an infinite number of secrets
will be wrapped in the distance
and forgotten.

And we four can sleep all tangled on the floor
And not worry about the dawn before noon.

Our relationship exists inside a vacuum –
And when we go under that makeshift tunnel,
And that vacuous model is all around us,

that’s the moment.