babe, this is for you,
the one who would tie my shoes
if i asked her to.
while i bend over
lacing and relacing new,
staring into you.
and you saw right through,
dark eyes lingering on me,
pretending to lie.
i imagine us
50 years in the future.
rainbows, butterflies.
no stink bugs, ever
only vegan krispy kreme.
we'd be out fighting
misogynistic
criminals, wearing pleather
restrain me, faux fur.
real life rolls its eyes -
it just won't end up like that,
too good to be true.
i've eavesdropped downstairs
too many times to count, now.
sister and cousin,
"we're meant to be, guys,
we both like heavy metal."
...if that's all it takes...
i'm used to failure,
used to long, tearful phone calls,
screaming, broken mugs,
it's not that i don't
expect much, just that you know
how to act, just how.
i'm not worried.
we'll be lying there.
you'll brush your fingers
through my very core.
and i'll thaw out, and remember
maybe there's not greener grass up north.
it's probably the same shade, only icy.
but it's okay,
i'm happy here with you,
floating over both types of grass,
with a lack of structure,
form,
or rhythm,
and i do not care at all.
