high lonesome

by amy sharp


I'd like to be quiet with you 
not say three words
sprawled out quilts
on the floor
my hand on your neck
your fingers in my hair
we'd pretend to be asleep
at some point
but there would be no sleep
it would be like driving a car
fast through a hypnotic desert
it would be like bluegrass
loudly
like the way you want to scream sometimes
but don't