Peaches

Did we really matter?
You bellowed.
Gradually.
We washed adjectives
for a living.

We didn't mind we were moons, we were streetlights.

We were lovers.

We were obligatory lovers.

We understood the big rocks at the ocean's edge.

People counted.

We believed in the To Do existence.
We went to flea markets.

We believed the photographs
that didn't believe themselves.

We eventually ignored artists.

We drove the sheepish questions
of our parents

though their synopsized Hell.

We ate peaches

and lay down for a brief nap,

fully intending to get up later.