I'm going to marry him;
He doesn't know that yet
(He would probably throw himself off the nearest cliff.)
He is perfect.
Well, not quite
He thinks "shower" is a bad word
He always smells like weed and Doritos
He makes bitchy lesbian PMSing anti-women jokes
He has man boobs
He's stoned half the time
His friends are assholes
There are lumps on his face.
But he makes me think of jumping
And drifting back to earth in slow motion
He is laughter
And giggles
And a chipped-tooth smile.
He is sweaty high fives
Huge headphones
Messy hair.
And a really cute butt in really tight jeans.
I do worship him, but I wish I didn't.
He's a prick.
But he makes me laugh.
by Ruth Tynen (if you recognize this, it's because she read it for the poetry slam. thanks ruth!) |