I want to borrow his books
and admire his scribbles in his
notebook margins-
steal sips from his coffee
and trace his scars.
and he can perch himself on the
kitchen counter, discussing plans
we will never keep while I
chop vegetables for dinner-
and we can kiss for no reason
and waste far too many hours cuddled
close in cold movie theatres
and not nearly enough
climbing mountains
or the corporate ladder-
And he will love the smell
of ocean in my hair
and have to reset the timer
on the microwave when someone took it out
before letting it finish-
and he will want to rescue
unwanted animals- finding something
kindred in how he used to feel-
like me
before we found each other.

“personal ad”- 10-17-13-jessicagadziala


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