he will come on a plane

the ride will be bumpy

but he will be here,

you will fly him through traffic

to a twin bed


you will cook him bbq short ribs

and sweet potatoes, too tough

he will smell your hair


you will find him in the mountains,


you will drive him to the taco truck

and hike Hollywood blvd

though you hate it and he will too


he will dance his fingers upon your neck


and need you for one more day

that you don’t have

because he’s got to get back on the plane


you will cry him off

and swallow the air

when it’s all done