Breakfast Poems

Last night I had some trouble sleeping
(the pink pill keeps away more than the black cloud)
So I wondered, for a minute, what it would be like
With you and me

How it would feel when you met my parents
(I don't know that they'd like you - too quiet, too snark -
but when has that stopped me?)
How we would laugh in your seaside bedroom,
Walls softly blue,
Reading magazines and thinking and not-laughing.
But starting again, soon enough.
Your body would fold up over mine, and we'd cease to be

I imagine us at your graduation; my graduation
Cardboard hats and big white smiles
Suntans and perfect hair on one side,
Frazzled normalcy on the other
Do we remain graven in the other's photos?
Are you offended when I take a Picture without you?

And when we marry -
It will be in a huge cathedral
We'll look great. My mom will cry.
But I wonder if I could convince you (and Them)
To come to us. Either way,
it will certainly be Catholic.

And some hip indie band will probably play
And we'll probably get a listing in the Times
But wait - what to do with names?
Will you want to hide?
(Protective patriarchy?)
I think we will probably call each other partners,
And not Wife and Husband.

It was at this point, I think, that I fell asleep (lost awareness of awareness)
And when I woke up, I realized I had spent the night with
Someone else.

Do I have to apologize for that?
Doom, doom doom


LIL