While I appreciate the urgency with which
You feel the need to snuggle into my elbow,
Desperate to squeeze a little more loveÂ
I canâ€™t help but notice the minor annoyance
Youâ€™re in my way.
Iâ€™m trying to do important things,
Like write poetry.
Really important, seriously artistic
Poetry of the soul.
Iâ€™m writing about trying
With a puppy nestled at my hip,
His head resting on my thigh.
And as you snore softly,
Smelling indelicately like those corn chips
In the shape of little bugles,
I would fit on my fingertips
When I was a kid (I’d probably still do it now),
I wish we could stay like this
I know our forever will be short,
And a day will come
I’ll wish empty wishes
that you’d be inconveniencing me still,
So I donâ€™t really mind,
In my way.