this is me

I'm waiting to duck into sudden street corners
and grabbing a hot cup of tea with

cream rolls - minus the cream
and tea- minus the milk, of course,

as long as it's with you.

 

we could sit on the gravel and watch whizzing cars,
give names to strangers and cook up stories in evening air.
we'll watch them maneuver limbs
as if they don't get indecisive with dinner menus,
as if choosing parking spots is easy, we'll watch them.

did you know meeting you is a luxury

I'd work my ass off to afford,
over and over and over, never having enough,
but always feeling full
of grace, of expression, and of nose twitches.

if we ever build a house,

it'll be that of crooked jokes
and steamed vegetables

and painting the walls on our own.
it won't be a crowded home, we'll play run and catch in it

 

did you know you can look at my toes and tell what's on my mind?
it's a rather bizarre skill - to see without seeing.