“THE MEN I KNOW WHO EAT ALONE ARE MEN”& “THE BOOM OF THE FIREWORKS TURNS MY MOUTH INTO YOURS”
CLARE MARIE SCHNEIDER
THE MEN I KNOW WHO EAT ALONE ARE MEN
When we first met I noticed a dark stain
And I knew you as perfect, sloppy too.
If you left me at sea I would find peace,
A new, wet ground that groans and rocks with me.
THE BOOM OF THE FIREWORKS TURNS MY MOUTH INTO YOURS
I joke I want to cut you open and get inside
but looking at the clouds reminds me I have no knife.
After two years with you,
I will move on or learn to pee standing up.
If there were stairs in this house, I would crawl up them to you
If I could make those webs I would.
With my arms around you, I was big and strong.
I paid for your ice cream. Took your temperature. Made you cry.
If I was a husband I would come home early on Sunday nights to make pasta,
On Tuesdays, I would be gone for at least a week,
I would love my children like they were my own.