Gamelan Orchestra

Let's continue,
strumming ukulele chords
until we sing out
of tune and shimmer
against the old man. The one
walking with a
bottle-neck girl dressed in brown.
Then watch them kiss
and never speak about
how jealous we are. Instead,
we laugh falsely and
deny we loved
like that.
Our lips weren't that dry.
When we loved,
darling,
the world
never stopped to take notice.
And neither did we.