behind, fold the glasses,
put down Tuesday’s paper
and read me the story of
us. Read to me how we
met back then, how we
fought and sorted through
our differences. Recite how
we kept each other awake
all of those nights before
we learned each others’ curves.
Close the laptop, turn off
the flatscreen, let the English
muffins burn in the toaster
and tell me when things
went wrong in whispered
undertones. Recall to me
how I hurt you, and why
I fell for you. Sing me songs
of the way I make you laugh,
the support we always give
each other, whether we need
it or not. Shut the June issue
of Ready Made so that I know
you’re still here.
6/2/10
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