kyle and krystal  

where bodies meet, and toast
(oh! to the orgiastic splendor of twos!)

you folded a napkin in half
neatly, like your underwear
and scribbled down the crease
(a mythology of unions!)

it’s thumbtacked to the wall
a memoir to an end of worlds

like when we used to fall
wrapped in blankets,
to the floor and lie.

(on and to each other)
(with and through each other)