April 21st - To Running

I love the way she plays with my
sanity like it’s dried up
play-dough. I love that she
demands my time and in response
gives me diminishing returns. I love

her way of making sure that I know
that she loves me most
when I miss a date, because
it means she gets to ride my
back like a rabid cat gone apeshit. I love

how she rewards my loyalty and love
by punishing me more than usual, because
I know her attention is sublime and that it’s love
that powers the extra effort given
to make me feel that much worse. I love

that she yanks me out of bed at five
in the morning every morning and lovingly
slaps me in the face, then cutely says
‘We’re going out, get dressed, you’re much
too slow, and we need to go.” I love

that no one else can understand why she and I
keep this marriage alive, except for Tony,
her second husband, and of course all those
people she has flings with when it gets warm or is
new year’s resolution time. I love

how when she’s not a stone cold bitch, she
breathes life into me intravenously, keeps
me strong and holds me up when grief
is all I know.