you liked t h e
way i pronounced
"bloodflood," all clean
syllables, made me say
it three times for you while
you ate your sandwich. you
said you mostly mumbled and
thought no one could understand
you but, god, i did. every eyebrow
wiggle had a paragraph beneathe
its surface, every smile was a song
you hadn't written yet, every
thumb stroked on my cheek was
a promise of forever. you always
made perfect sense to me.
every time someone likes my poem "Wednesday" it reminds me of the day that i wrote it