My love works on math problems while I write poetry
She pays bills and fills out forms while I draw her nose
She does the weekly grocery shopping
And invites me along as her jester
Making my witty observations, playing with the food
My love flirts with the cashier
I fly into an impotent rage
The cashier is bewildered when
Smirks and giggles sneak out of our mouths
My love flirts with me as a stranger
For the benefit of onlookers whose own lives
Will be enriched by our play acting.
I'm the worst with pick up lines
But she comes home with me anyway
How do you like them apples?
My love feels safe with me
And i with her. In sharp contrast
To our earlier lives
When we were strangers who,
had we met at the grocery store,
Would not have flirted.
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Neil McKay
March 14, 2012
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Five points if you can name
Five points if you can name the movie from which I stole one of these lines.