poem 010: let's play pretend

there’s a city in spain

let’s steal away and
live like four-chamber thieves

meet me there at the airport bar
the wind in our hair
a hotwired car

rob the rich
rent a room by the sea
feed each other oranges and tea

frontload our feelings 
play truth or dare
surrender to this love we’re stealing 

meet me there my white-hot amulet
my salty-sweet bloodletting calamity

i can play pretend you bet