November

If I can’t save us

then let me feel you
happy and safe 
under my chin. 

If this will drown 
or burn 

then let us drink starlight
nap under trees
sing on beaches—

the morning rush to sit indoors
what, again? 

If we are dying

then let me rip open
and bleed Love,
spill it, spend it
see how much 
there is

the reward for misers is 
what, again? 

If this life is ending

then let me begin 
a new one