"Look at you, looking snappy. All uniformed and shit."
A smack in the face means a lot coming from
a palm sooner kissed than pinned to table
butter knife next morning regrettable. That is
the way it was from day one and
our grins match.
"Turn around, let's see it."
Hands on shoulders feel larger than they are
when there is heart behind it.
Relaxing and gearing up at once.
Armored and slowing at once and
our grins match in the mirror.
"You ready?"
Staring at your shoes and the shine on the toes,
my face, in my eyes, nearly there.
Everything sharp as hell.
You could cut two day old unwrapped bread
on our lapels.
"Yeah. I think so."
Feeling ready to lock Dobermans in a car,
can of gasoline in hand and matches in a breast pocket,
lips licked to see it rock and place bets
on how long it will take
for the whole thing to go up feels-
"You need to relax. We're good. You look great."
Dinners are puzzles made up of
fork and spoon pieces and
I do not belong heres and am I doing it rights?
Why am I sweating did I laugh too hard
no thanks I do not need a refills.
"Think of the time you kissed your mother on the mouth. This is cake."
You always know what to say
to slow my motor down
to something underneath light speed.
That is why I love you. That is why I need you.
That is why I am dressed to the nines like a got damn Vegas monkey.
"I told my mom about it and she almost peed laughing. Tonight is going to be great."
