I like to make a fuss

in picking a movie we

will never watch because

you want to touch me too much

we argue

over Nana Patekar’s

best work

and for a moment you forget

all about my breasts

you are lost, in a fight

you are now having with yourself

about the brilliance of another man

it is easy to like you then

we lie on the couch

the only solid thing, as you fight your nemesis

my old bra, I am grateful

for your neck and for

the stray dog that is now ours

I take a sip of your beer

How come we don't have a song, I think, we kiss

later, when you're holding my foot

up against your chest

I wonder, if I wore too much eyeshadow

for a night of Netflix

and this

on the screen, Nana Patekar mouths

the words of a song, I laugh

maybe this could be our song

We talk, about your mother

how she forgets your name sometimes

another beer for you

that I drink most of

the credits roll and we are washed in the

light of names, many names

and none of them are us