Beautification

maybe we adopt
a highway first
since we've been
ignoring the signs
you take one side
I'll take the other
of what to ask & when
why & how come
our trash bags, like
rival lemonade stands
husks of yellow wanting
shimmering in the sun
ants lubricated
is there a little bit of juice 
left in everything?
like a theory of things
cut in half forever
like half of us is still here
in each of us, even
if we can’t see it
even if we hate each other
seeing us like this
like objects—  the 
objective neglected
a man pulls over
& asks for a glass of milk
we both feel bad
for not having any
we give directions, 
but neither of us has been
past this point
the grass unkempt
& green on either side
hiding the mile markers
at the number of times
I have had sex with you
& you have had sex
with me