a poem by D.C. Porder
wrap me in paper and place me under the christmas tree every july. mail me to your mom and dad. pump me full of high-paying jobs and black coffee. spike my beer with better beer. smite me with your smile. cook 6 servings of each tasteful afternoon. trim my mustache while i snore. write your name on my foot and behind my ears. store my expired sonnets in your medicine cabinet. draw my face in pencil, in charcoal, in ink, in blood. predict the past correctly 27 times. move in with me. fix my life. say: "i love you." say it. i dare you. |