My hinge date’s secret talent is that she can turn into a bat

 

Also her non-negotiable is getting the window seat on airplanes

Which I also like

So I say: maybe you teach me to turn into a bat too

We’ll sit together in the same seat

Something romantic like that

She says no it’s something you’re born with

But that our kids would have it

So one day it’s just me by the window

Family full of bats on my shoulder

Staring out at the horizon

Thinking this is the closest I’ll ever come

To knowing what it’s like to fly

 

 

Eternity? Ok

 

So many theories of afterlife

I don’t know/care which is right

I’ll just meet you all

Wherever we are going.

 

 

Everyone’s eventually a ghost

 

I do not believe

in finished business.