you look like hell

right now

i want to lie down

on an unmade bed 

and laugh

and look up at

you, holding my head

up with a hand also holding

a cigarette in the

two fingers that aren't bracing

my cheek 

and the windows will be open

and there will be a breeze

that will ruffle up papers

on the 

floor

and 

the curtains

made out of white.

you'll smile back 

at me

and i won't even have to

say anything more

because you know

you know

you

you know you 

know what i'm thinking. 

because 

that

is just how it is. 

then we'll talk about things

that Jesus said and we'll talk 

about things that spurgeon said

and probably some things

that aaron said

and then you'll 

lay down

beside me

and we'll just stay there

all day.