laughing down
a corridor of days, doors
opened like magic
in a bewildering sequence
of suspended
disbelief
we could do
whatever we wanted
awaiting trial
with expensive lawyers, smile
at the separate panic-
driven strategies
of our distraught
families
it had hardly begun
before it was over
sliding down
this slippery slope, don't
forget what we decided
you and me:
whatever happens
stay cool
I still love you, babe,
do you love me?
