We could soak in epsom & watch
            our old layers drain clockwise
let the salt encrust the pipes then
                             wait weeks for a plumber

What if we air dried on the balcony
             in bleached linen towels?

Our pink limbs stretching &
            straining across a setting sun
the only constellations in the city
                            dangle from our tangled hair

What if we cloaked ourselves in hot
             envy & snapped frenzy to our heels?

Let’s stumble to the closest bar &
             throw our wallets at the jukebox
make it play our song over & over
                            & over & over again

What if we cry into our glasses & give
             toasts to the happy couples?

Hold for an applause then
             pluck their laughs from the floor
adding the bent pieces
                            to our empty pockets

What if we smash beer foam into
              our faces but never take a drink?

Come find me dancing on tabletops
             until the bouncer finds his bat
we sleep better when our bruises
                            bloom from mauve to indigo

What if we put on crowns to eventually
             become the fools?

What if we look better this way?