every day is house-magic with you

When your sister said,  

"Girl, he really loooooooooves you,"  

over sixty years old yet bench pressing  

the word 'love'  

like it weighed 300 lbs.  

I could hear it grunt in the corner,  

making all the girls at the gym  

uncomfortable,  

but I knew it was different for you.

Now, years later,  

I’m in the shower, smoking weed—  

my favorite place to unwind

After a long day of chores and errands.

I enter tired and dirty;  

I come out high and clean.  

For you. For our home.  

These small chores tied with a bow  

to love: feeding kittens,  

yard work, buying chairs,  

eating bread, cleaning up,  

going to bed—

to wake in the morning  

and practice our love ritual,  

another day together.

That's how you love me;

When you say,

"Babe, let's get Olive Garden."