i would like to be the reason for your antacid addiction
and whatever it is you reach blindly for in the night.

i want to be the hollow place in your chest
that winces dead air instead of pumping blood
to your veins when you're not with me.

i want you to name the city streets of our bodies topography
after our future children.

plant a time capsule in my solar plexus with your teeth.

be the spot on the map that my finger always finds
when i'm looking for somewhere to cling to.

i want to be your rabbit's foot,
your horseshoe, and
your worry doll.

i want you to be the reason
that i stay.

don't offer to carry my boxes to the trunk.
lasso me the north star
and point me home.

02/26/2013

Posted on 02/27/2013
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