Made For Her
I watch you add salt to boiling water
And feel prophecy bubble in my mouth.
I offer you the last slice of my tangerine
And know what it is to lose myself.
We laugh at a joke at the same time
As we wait for tortellini to soften
And I, too, evaporate into air.
I hold your eyes for just a little too long
Over the clicking of the stove,
I heat the last slice of bread for you
And add butter and salt.
I use the few spice jars in my cabinet to make a language
You can translate with your tongue,
So you can repeat after me —
I adore you.
I’d boil my life to dust for yours.
I was hopeless from the moment I laid eyes on you.
Hold me in the soft space between your teeth and your cheek
And never spit me out.
Edited by: Maia McDonald
Cover Photo Credit: Ava Emilione