let's play pretend

i’ll greet you at the door

and kiss you on the cheek

and have dinner on the table at 5:30

I’ll wait in a dragon-guarded castle

and let my long silky hair down for you to climb

and be carried away on a tall white horse

I’ll ride on the back of your motorcycle 

and sleep in cheap motels

and share your cigarette at gas stations

I’ll walk to the store from our little apartement

and buy fresh bread

and sit in the sunlit kitchen laughing and drinking strong coffee

I’ll make it all like film photographs

grainy and gorgeous and sparkling

painting nostalgia over every moment

I’ll facilitate every story

as if i’m making it up as I go

as effortlessly as any femme fatale or virgin mary or nymphet

I’ll make it my purpose

and repress that it’s spectacle

and try not to hate you for it