the last two minutes of 'The Graduate (1967)'

i said 'maybe if i eat one i will feel better'
so i ate twelve and felt alive
and on my wall i painted the words
'fuck these lines'
and next to that a portrait of a small cat

and imagined myself laying flat against your body
and while we laid there, like two lines on the gravestone,
i translated your arms to the movement of the atlantic
and swam through them for miles

and with your nose you touched mine
and i felt alive and like
overdosing on the texture of your skin against mine