Amidst a Room of Everyday Objects
You stick like Peanut Butter
on the roof of my mouth
making it hard to say your name
Let us reincarnate
as Plastic Spoons in a Mug
praying neither of us gets picked
for Haagen-Dazs ice cream
My love for you is a bright bulb
like the Blue Flashlight
on top of the microwave
I pluck your hair
from the bristles of the Brush
my nails unpainted despite
the Polish by the Scissors
and the Pepper Shaker
Long live our romance
like the Synthetic Rose
by the Incense Stick
Choosing Love
I choose to love
because it's easier to hate
and I am an overachiever
So I tread on jagged pebbles
and empty the debris in my shoes
on your welcome mat
And I say "thank you"
instead of "why"--
why you make me climb
the slanted hills
to your house
I choose love
because I know some
who hate more fiercely
than I can ever hate
that compared to them
my hatred would be lame
and lackluster
So I show up
on your front steps
accepting
the invitation
of your arms
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