another triggXR poem

IF I WERE IN BELLINGHAM TODAY

for Denise

I'd go to your house and follow you around

until you pretend to be mad

and that very moment

I'd take you in my arms

and say Honey, What's Wrong?

and you'd push me away

then burst into tears saying

I'm Not Getting My Needs Met

and we'd walk to your room

sit on your bed

and you'd cry. Holding you,

I'd be covered with hot tears

and snot and long red hair.

Then I'd cry and you'd touch my face

saying, Yes, the Soup,

and we'd breathe up all the air.

Then we'd laugh and eat big life.

Write poems with fat crayons

for little fingers

and fight over the black.


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