Someday I will go to a cabin
By the water, by the gulls
And I will watch sunrise
And drink through the afternoon

Someday I will turn my cell off
I will not text you back
I will not need to
Because you will be there

And I will drink constantly
I will chainsmoke at the waves
I will write bad poems with no meter
And the same adjectives in every line

And we will toast the passing hours
With noisy, sweaty sex
And another beer before going
Back to bed, hungry, ravenous

Deep in the swill of booze and sex
I will tell you secrets, and you will hear me
Then, we will sober up, leave, go back
And forget the blood pulse of love

I can hear the crickets already