Then we are in the back seat of a car kissing

not the light kind but one where our

hands are on each other’s cheeks holding

each other’s heads as if they will fall

off why does so much love come at the beginning

then disappear then once again at the moment

before death why can’t the same kind exist

in between in the breaths in the

afternoon in the sitting room in a place of costumes

little girls dress like princesses one pink one

blue one yellow they wear plastic heels because

they still think they will never fall