sabbath

i think sabbath
must be like chasing
an old friend
a great, playful golden retriever
in circles around the house
without paying attention
to getting anywhere

you look good in stripes

i'm sorry i've laughed at you so much lately
just do your best
to take it kindly

how am i supposed to react
when your sleepy self
is interrupted only
by the sounds of your own snores?

know that i enjoy you

that i love how you make that same face
each time you take a drink of a local beer
or eat really good homemade dessert
you usually say the same thing, too
(oh, that's good)

or how you love that shirt
so you bought another one
that i think looks just the same
i laugh, but
you look good in stripes

you delight me

especially when you have
a series of new puns
to make me giggle
even though i like to pretend i'm above that

you get flustered in the kitchen
and sometimes i think
i should just get out of your way
but it's so fun
to watch you accommodate
my own quirks

i smiled at you in the kitchen
just the other day
but you didn't notice

so just so you know
you look good in stripes

edge

i thought it was the edge
of where i was willing to go
and leaving behind what i knew
that was the source of my anxiety
the stress of a place
where something becomes nothing

but it was the edge in your voice
that crept in
without me really noticing
that really makes me nervous