when courting the idea of he and i
ever getting married, he laughingly
said the only food we would have
in our house would be hot wings
and pop tarts. we were drinking
at the time, quite buzzed and i fell
in love with his talk of marriage
and thought it "cute" that he would
say something like that combining my
love for hotwings and his for poptarts.
cute. but very different.
now in retrospect, his youth is a bright
red light that blinds me and this
"cute" incident should have been my final
clue. i'm all heat and spice and searching
for fires while he's still searching through
boxes of ready made food with fruit fillings
and no real needed preparation. he likes it
easy and though i can be, at times, this
just cannot work. us hot wing lovers are in
a world of our own searching forever for
the ones that can really light our fire, set
our chests ablaze, bring tears to our eyes,
make us forget our own name.

and love it while hating it all the same.

12/18/2002

Author's Note: this really isn't about hot wings and poptarts (lol) though i wish with everything i am it could be as simple as that.

Posted on 12/19/2002
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