when we die
let’s get buried by each other
so we can stretch
out past our coffins
like the roots of trees
displacing the sidewalk
in front of someone’s house
and trip them up
like we did on our morning walks
when we were more
than skin and bones
and held hands the
whole way home
let’s count the seconds
between our smallest breaths
until one of us
reaches infinity
I want people
to still envy us
after we are
no longer living