How much do I like you?
So sweet
whipping into the delicateness of a hen's
first egg
I cannot remember
when I last had one of my own
or if I'd like to make you a father
on this Saturday afternoon
perhaps sometime in our five year plan.
Give or take never.
You make me feel domestic, and perfectly correct when I hold your hand not so gently
and lead you to meet my not so friends.
I remember to fold the flour in
to not disturb the tranquility of
the careful balance of ingredients nestled in my secondhand bowl.
You are always offering
to get me a brand new one
but I bite my lip
and secretly wish
you will just be happy
with something familiar.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 12:18 AM UTC
How much do I like you?
So sweet
whipping into the delicateness of a hen's
first egg
I cannot remember
when I last had one of my own
or if I'd like to make you a father
on this Saturday afternoon
perhaps sometime in our five year plan.
Give or take never.
You make me feel domestic, and perfectly correct when I hold your hand not so gently
and lead you to meet my not so friends.
I remember to fold the flour in
to not disturb the tranquility of
the careful balance of ingredients nestled in my secondhand bowl.
You are always offering
to get me a brand new one
but I bite my lip
and secretly wish
you will just be happy
with something familiar.
