rise, new york, rise
they say the aliens are coming today
according to norad.
Norad? what's that I ask.
I don't know.
But this I do
A cat, a dog, a quiet kind of life
here, a quiet kind of
existence, and the taps don't drip
and the shower has pressure.
These are little things I care for.
My life has become better than
I imagined
and in my film, it is ten years
later and we are still kissing
as if those intervening years
were too boringly perfect.
I'll take that now until
the sea calls me again,
like Odysseus away from Ithaka.