Exercise: 1 of 7 in 7

Ways It Might End

i
Between your heart and my heart
is a big lake. With piranhas.
They arc toward us,
hideous dolphins.

ii
I can hear you breathing.
In whistle out whistle.
Blow your nose? Close
your mouth?
Maybe just stop
altogether.

iii
On a bench in the sun
the air agrass, the swings
holding children.

iv
From the side
sometimes you look
like my mother.

v
On a dark and stormy night
after two bottles of wine
and a fight over 
the last pickle.

vi
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?

vii 
I'm too sad for kisses;
I would sob 
in your mouth.

viii
Too much Morrissey. 

ix
Here, I wrote you 
a poem.

x
When we're so old
the crushes have gone
the heat feels like home
our hands look just alike
the bed adjusts
one of us 
goes first.