Future Musings

i picture
saturday mornings
tea and coffee and warm bagels
i see
crying over a particularly good book
and shoulder massages

i see deep colors
bike crashes and tears
i see
loud arguments
and slamming doors
i dont understand the words that
are coming out of your mouth

these pictures are one and the same
you i see you but i dont know you
a disaster
a miracle

i see envelopes and stamps
letters and distances long car rides
i cant understand the words coming out of my own mouth
and you tease me because all the boxes
of my books are too heavy for me to carry down the stairs
when we move
into an apartment that is still too small
for the two of us

i see
me disastrous wondrous


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