kiss me I don’t have smallpox

what a strange creature we have running around the yard playing peekaboo with the sun

only one year and four months old today with chipmunk cheeks and your impulsive ways

I remember it well

by these mismatched socks and stretch marks

3 years of conception emails IMs winking smiley faces on Myspace

I longed to hear your heart beat & hold it against my ear



in those cell phone days you were my Knight

brokering deals with a fractured tailfin in a fishbowl

we made vows we can’t undo

we made this strange life in heat and noise,

sweat dripping into the eyes every drop had a pulse that shook

those smoke filled rooms



I don’t care how rich we get

we should spend every summer sleeping on the floor

in this crumbling flat

where we can be the people our parents warned us about

the people the neighbors call the cops on but

only the neighbors have deaf ears

and don’t mind the

crash boom

of two displaced souls

falling down laughing

first draft
August 10,2010