All Aboard, Infatuation Station

By the way,
I have a crush on you.

It’s so big
fat and
juicy
that I’m here
writing this
all about you.

When you smiled
that day,
I remembered that
simple beings

also get to commune with
heaven.
Unfortunately,

instead
I talked about
how minors
drive tractors
in Wisconsin.

…I think you actually

laughed,
and that
exorcised
hell
from my seventh
layer.

Some call that a
gospel.

And maybe the laughter
is not for me.

Which is better,
that means
you’re just
that
way.

You told me today
that you baked
dense
bread,
and didn’t
think twice.

But the angels
saw
and lent me a
rope
so my heart wouldn’t
transcend
sentience.

Apparently you take
naps
on Saturdays.

And at
work
sometimes.

Could I
rest
here
too?

Do you want to be like
people
who hold hands in the
grocery store?

Make life’s
mundane horrors
holy

just because we
can?