leaonik:

Tomorrow we will make bets on who is better in bed. 

I’ll say,”Stay sweet.”

You’ll say, “Stay sober.” 

I’ll write you poems behind your back. 

42 lines about the way you like your tea,

and the way you read my journal by the mini lamp in the bathroom.

We’ll see a movie at 2:15 and I’ll forget how it started

but I’ll remember your fingers on the inside of my right thigh. 

You’ll make me a map of all the places I’ve never seen.

Your map will be a circle.

Beneath it, you’ll write “Earth.”

I’ll break my own heart waiting for the oven to preheat.

Cinnamon toast on the front porch.

You’ll tell me how your parents met.

I’ll tell you how mine fell apart tracing the outlines of smokestacks 14 Springs ago.

We will rearrange the living room.

Then hold the couch hostage for several hours.

I’ll say,”You’re the best seat warmer I’ve ever seen.”

You’ll say,”Take your sweater off.”

Keri, you are brilliant.