Sunday, April 14, 2013

Seven Small Love Poems (13/30)

1.  I would watch you shoot hoops -
and I've never said "shoot hoops"
without laughing.

2. Smoke. In between us.

3. We give nicknames.
I give blowjobs and
you pump gas on cold days.

4. Our books are not in alphabetical order and
our bills are unpaid.

5. You put salt water on my cuts -
in the best way.

6. "Did you see his under bite?"
"Yeah, man, it was bad, but I've never had better
mac 'n' cheese."

7. The Golden Record, I'm sure of it,
tells the story of how we met,
wine stains on our teeth.

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