I.
When I was younger I
began
Putting daydreams to
paper,
Imagining the
perfect date:
Christian and Julie
(though originally Sage)
Planted a garden,
and then
Returned indoors to
read a book together.
Lazy Sunday sun
shines down on their couch
Where their feet and
legs mingle in the middle
Each going at their
own pace, munching on apples.
Now that I have you
Fantasy becomes
reality.
Though the structure
is veered, it is
Perfect in its own
unique fashion.
II.
You play video games on
your Xbox.
An activity I don’t participate in,
While I enjoy quietly reading my book.
Video games are not my forte, and
It’s sometimes hard for me to grasp why
You play video games on your Xbox.
Though you’ve tried to read with me,
Divergent, you still look at me in curiosity
While I enjoy quietly reading my book.
But, because I adore you, I don’t complain
When sitting on the couch, simply watching
You play video games on your Xbox.
And, since you adore me, and
Want me at your side, you do work,
While I enjoy quietly reading my book.
They say do what you love,
So we do, but do it with who we love—
You play video games on your Xbox,
While I enjoy quietly read my book.
III.
Our greatest fights
are food oriented.
We love to eat out,
Especially at local joints
we discovered by chance or recommendation.
But, we always have
the hardest time deciding.
You complain about
being hungry,
About not knowing
what to do,
Debating health and
taste,
And I try to sit
back and calmly
Let you work it out
and decide.
Of course, this
isn’t a great tactic,
You are always aware
of me,
Always taking care
of me,
Therefore, always
turning to me and asking,
“Where do you want
to go?”
While you lay on the
floor,
Or face plant into a
pillow,
Or stubbornly wait
for me to give an answer,
I will say I don’t
care and list off the food I want—
It’s usually
noodles—
But I avoid
definitive answers that make the decision.
You complain some
more,
I try to force you
into a decision,
We may yell,
We may fall into
hangry silence,
Scrolling through
lists of best restaurants and menus,
Or sometimes
Instagram.
These aren’t our
best moments,
And it is
aggravating how hard it can be
To just decide where
the hell we’re gonna eat at that moment.
But in the end,
We end up on the
same team,
Because of our love—
Our love for food is
united and determined.
I can remember times
when
Moments before we’d
been upset at this battle,
But somehow ended up
holding hands, giggling with joy,
Singing about food,
And just generally
excited to be friends again,
And ecstatic about
the prospects of a good meal,
And pleased with
ourselves to have made the fucking decision.
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