Something Fun

So I wrote this idea thinking of lies and truths and Valerie. So it's mainly about me and Valerie and whatever it is that fascinates us about each other. Not everything is true because I'm not worried about that. But some of the strangest things are definitely true.



Why We Work

You always smell like a fresh painting
and I like to wear ironic medical braces.
We fish seas without fish
and watch time lapse sunsets backwards.
I have a pet copy of Tron
and you only eat almonds freshly shelled.
When I watch you put on your third pair of socks,
I wonder how summer you’d feel if our carpet was sod,
why I’m obsessed which arm is longer,
why my eyes can only cross in.
I sometimes I think the sky is cloud smattered
but you say my corneas are loose.
You’ll eat chicken and name the animal it tastes like.
You wear my cardigans over your pullovers.
I have a prison of fears you talk me out of.
You have only bright ideas
and only a duck to confide to
and I have too many dreams saving celebrities
and we never have enough time for picnics.
There’s only one bike between us
and you will never ride on my
coattails and I steal all your choicest
observations and when I eat your chipotle chili
I tell everyone you swindled it from a Choctaw woman
for a sock puppet named Wobbles.
You want more bed and I want less belly
and there’s three songs I know with your name
and I’ll sing them for you.
I feel unpathetic when I phone you on my break
and later you pull me over you like a blanket.
We take funny classes together because we love chuckles
and I love walking the late streets and you worry
but you are brave as fire
and you stand up for defenseless trees in Prospect Park
and you have a sewing machine and I have a game machine
and neither of us get it about the other
but I like to lose at cards to you
and you like to have me in bed more
than you like the dishes done
and lemonade soothes your summer heart
and my eyes are gunmetal green to just you
and together we mourn a big dead walrus named Ivac.
You’re semi-fine with me feeding boardwalk squirrels
and I kinda like you angry
and I like the cabs playing in the puddles all night
and you say, “still writing?” and I say, “of course”
and I say, “time to sleep?” and you say, “let’s”