Darn girl the way you punch
those produce codes makes me want
to want to save myself for marriage.
Jaycie, check me out. Let me be
your bag boy, your paper plastic
knight. I wanna meet your mom,
I wanna see your old toy horses.
I’ll show you my Eagle Scout badge
if you show me your Gold Award.
Whisper secret things to me, like
have you considered accepting Jesus
Christ as your lord and savior?
I’ll make you latkes and teach you all
the Hanukkah blessings if you make me
a mix CD of your favorite Christian Rock
and call it “the GREATEST love songs ever.”
After all, Jaycie, I’m vulnerable—I’m only
half, and we kind of do Christmas too.
Let’s watch Seventh Heaven and eat
Baked Lays together under your
home ec blanket. Tell me
I’m going to hell as you pull
my hand from the waistband
of your pajama pants.
Photo By: Joanne Fong