Here, let's sit on the radiator and pop balloons, hide these moments in our pockets so we can examine them later, when everything is done. Let's pretend we don't know that they know that we know because we don't, not really. Here, let's write each other all the letters neither of us have ever gotten. Let's read them in silence, sitting backwards in chairs and maybe we can forget to breathe every once in a while so none of this makes sense. I'll trace your font and unwrap your scent if you'll close your eyes and call me across that ocean I cannot cross, as if these fault lines were borders and we were stuck in our squares. So here, let's shed our skin and dissolve into these waves as they roll. Drive to the beach. I'll wait for your signal before taking my shoes off and stepping into the sand. We will drown here, our little mouths choosing familiarity over life, and maybe this is my largest fault. Because this is what I have become: jellybeans scattered across a tiled bedroom floor, naming all the colors. I am forever blue, you are always yellow, but together we are simply green.