What to eat when you're in love.

Onions, because you will be sour some days, but you’ll still need to be pealed. You’ll still need to be discovered. You’ll still need to be put with other things to make them better.

I ate raisins today to remind me what flesh tastes like in the event that you are all that’s left at the end of the world. I love you too much to eat you, which is why I wanted to know what you would taste like to make sure that I don’t do that inevitably.

I had dates today because there is one tonight amongst me and you and the apathy that I have towards your current work schedule that makes it hard for you to stay up past 9pm and even harder to deny me when I sit just outside the shadow of a 25-watt EQ A15 amber dimmable light bulb. You said I look like honey sometimes, and I asked you if you’d ever been stung before.

There are goji berries in the freezer that can either be dried or eaten off me like snowflakes. I am impermeable to cold, frost, and other things that are supposed to make my nipples hard but end up making me laugh instead.

I want to lay on a yard of tin foil with you, hear the way it laughs based on the angles of our bodies, listen to it try to remember our movements into something that could wrap around other things that keeps their warmth, their cold, their collection of what it took to make a body whole from what was once raw, undigested, and easy to blend with grain and earth.

I’m jumping around because it’s raining, and nothing reminds me more of how much I miss you than when what God confuses from the sky can hardly be distinguished from what you confuse from me.