for what it's worth

i want to eat my words.
and your heart.

i want to free those giraffes in the zoo.
name them after you.

dana
dana
dana

is always a boy giraffe in my book.

i want to be barefooted
and naked and

and
bake
in your kitchen.

i want to try.

i want to shower you
with what i have.

i want to shower with you, in you.

i want to rewind.

i want to forward.

i want to pause.

and find you

everywhere.

i want to be naked in all your pictures.

i want to be in all your porn.

i want to write poems

so you will always have coasters.

i want to not fear you like i fear birds flying south.

i want to shine your smiles.

i want to watch you throw out trash

and know you'll be back.

i want smoke outside your window

and watch your curtains wave.

i want to

read

while you watch sports.

i want to press my face into yours

and laugh,

because you look funny without your beard.

or

because you have a beard

and it tickles.

i want to find your headaches.

ask them to leave you for good.

i want to find you matching socks in the morning.

i want to be your matching sock.

i want to make you sweet

(potatoes.)

i want to find you in my sleep.

i want to fix everything

and never leave.

i want to take the lint out of your belly button.

i want to laugh at your large feet.

i want to run in your streets

and bring you coffee.

only after i get myself one first.

and only after you call me a jerk

for not bringing you one.

(i thought you were still sleeping. it was only noon.)

i want to scratch your back while you fall asleep

(i want to grow my nails just for you.)

i want to

never be sorry to you again.