i love you
by Sasha Fletcher
I am going to take your hand in mine and just hold it there
and you are going to deal with that. I am going to buy you a plant
because I want to just brighten your day and also
because it is going to try to kill you
and you are going to have to deal with that.
Other things you will have to deal with include this pocketful of opinions
that I carry around waiting for you to chew up and spit out
into a paste that we can use to re-grout the tiles in the kitchen.
I would like to say that we don't worry any more but that would be a lie.
But guess what! We are not going to worry anymore because I am investing
in a large knife with which to threaten the future
into working out ok. Is this the best possible decision? I don't know!
There is a whole lifetime of arguments ahead of us.
I have placed them in the silverware drawer, in case you were wondering
what that horrible sound was. It is the future! Come! Let us laugh at it
and toss it onto the freeway and wait to see if it makes it out alive.
Sasha Fletcher is the author of the novella when all our days are numbered marching bands will fill the streets and we will not hear them because we are upstairs in the clouds [Mud Lucious 2010] and two chapbooks of poetry. He blogs at an ice cold coca cola