I have this secret plan of us, laughing
I am sitting here in this ridiculous human world in my 
Tinfoil hat and You
—amongst the Whole. Damn. Galaxy.—are
Wearing Yours
we look so stupid but my 
hand is on Your chest and Your
hand is on my back and
we are laughing so

we used to end every one of our terrible jokes with
“don’t ever leave me”

I am taking it on faith that the Universe honors promises and punchlines
at least as often as it takes jabs.

But the Universe knows, the secret to great comedy is—