Fighting

we smoke and laugh in our carriage, racing 
running away from a devil 
whose scythe cuts the air 
blending it with the smell of fresh grass 
we have created 
how many monsters, honey? 
what will be left of us when they are all gone?

you’ll throw at it the rocks of your anger
blocking its way
I’ll build a bridge of my indifference
to carry us across the precipice 
we’ll raise the waters of our solitudes
that’s an ocean no devil can navigate!

I want us both to win as much as you do
but I want my victory above yours too

(2011)