Why can’t we just
exist together
in the clouds
among the gods
drinking lazily from ambrosia?
Why can’t we just play tug of war with the rain,
you smiling as you dry it up,
and me nonchalantly pouring it back?
You would be worshipped,
the greedy throwing food at your feet,
the irony of it drawing laughter from your chest.
Why can’t we just
exist together
outside of my head?
Gods
