Buying Pasta and Being Petty

In the supermarket,
in your arms,
in on the joke.
Under your spell,
under the influence,
under a tidal wave that will take me, if I let it.
Up to no good,
up to old tricks,
up to our necks in doting, darling desire.
God, you’re so good when you’re mean.
God, it feels good to be seen.
God, loving you is a dream.

One response to “Buying Pasta and Being Petty”

  1. That last box of pasta…and then comes the karen.

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