pretty poem
i really do like those jeans on you. i like your half smile your nervous hands the way you gesture when we’re sitting at our kitchen table talking and the world is just too much. i like that you always consider what i might need for my lunch, the way you put up with my constant revelations and my best ideas. i like that you only wear black t shirts, that’s all that’s in your drawers. i like your jokes and your catch phrases. everyone thinks you’re mean but you’re actually just shy. your music is terrible. cher and rod stewart and iron and wine, i have to leave the kitchen. i like that you know what you’re doing, that you bend pipe and twist wires. i like that you spark something. the heart tattoo with my name across it makes me smile. i love holding your hand walking to the store in the deepening after dinner dark as the streetlights come on one by one, and the way i can lean into you away from the wind and the chill.
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