the last of us still live

The Last of Us Still Live

For awhile the discussion at dinner was about urine,

not a search for truth but rather a test of exterior reserve

they’d start up again. She still didn’t know much about

putting out fire with gasoline;

it was flipping around like crazy. I'd never

discuss their feelings as if they were great works

so bad at kissing. It seemed awful, yet somehow it

wouldn't believe what I've been through,

hacking and spitting, and took off into the

past, apparently, and now he could only

whine, and she wished there were a way

an ageless heart that can never mend

would turn out to be the particular

closeness as the lines fuzzed between

the top of the hierarchy back home in

the blinds and change their minds.