WHEN WE’RE OLD IN A CAVE AND LIGHTING FIRES/
you walked in the door i sharpened all my pencils.
i wrote this grocery list with you in mind —
peanut butter eggs bacon mustard brown rice.
i’ve been training to be your lover since the first grade.
i make the best trades. you will never go hungry. i can turn lunchables ham into pudding cups for weeks.
i would throw a dodgeball at anyone who stole your bicycle.
i changed our entries on ancestry.com so now we are fraternal twins separated at birth.
you can stay the night in my tree house after giving your verbal consent – a simple YES will suffice.
there are so many songs i wish i’d written
and when we’re old in a cave and lighting fires in our slippers,
i’ll write them for the first time and play you a series
of new old songs