We could spend
all of our days

paying rent

or taking out
the garbage or

mowing the lawn

each week
in a different

direction

so the grass
lays down better

and call it love

and it wouldn’t be
wrong, but that

isn’t what matters

most, only
makes our lives

not less but

more as we get
ready for the big

day—waiting

for those who will
take us away

from all of this—

How can I live
with you when we

can’t agree

on where’s
the best place

to break the line?

It’s my turn
to go

rogue. Last

night I went
to bed

after feeding

the cat
and thought—

I hadn’t

written you
in quite

awhile

and probably
wouldn’t

for all I knew

not because
you mean

so little

to me
but just

the opposite—

how too much
of a good

thing can be

enough
to cancel

everything out

and I don’t
want that

right now,

maybe not
ever—took me

so long

to get
the flowers

near the lawn

to grow in
just the right

direction—