When
by Lu-Anne M. Haukaas Lopez
When my breasts deflate like two balloons
when all their squeal is gone, Will you still
Bring me pomegranates in the fall,
Fill my vases with wild things and want,
Steal carving tools for trees without names,
Save Companion Fares for our fast plans,
Swallow vitamins and this worry,
Awaken first to tuck the sheets and
Brush your teeth before you come kiss me?
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