(first line taken from Matthew Olzmann’s Mountain Dew Commercial Disguised As A Love Poem)
Here’s what I’ve got, the reasons why our marriage
might not work: Because when I met you the first thing
you noticed was the coffee spill on my jeans. Because, when
I saw you alone in the cafeteria and I said
I like you, you asked me if I was kidding. Because on our first date
you said you didn’t want to share your fries
even though you couldn’t finish it because you
bought a large coke to go with that. Because
when we went to the movies and I lent you my jacket
all you could talk about was how the hood was getting in the way
of your viewing experience. Because on the taxi ride home
you screamed at the driver because you thought he
did something with the metre. Because, that one time after we made out
and I said I love you for the first time, you judged me
when you said my blue shorts didn’t go
with the grey shirt even though it did. Because when I showed you
my room you asked if my green curtains were
temporary. Because you bitched on the freckles
on my chest when we got undressed. Because after we
went all the way you looked through
my wallet and you saw a picture
of my mom and thought she was my grandmother.
might not work: Because when I met you the first thing
you noticed was the coffee spill on my jeans. Because, when
I saw you alone in the cafeteria and I said
I like you, you asked me if I was kidding. Because on our first date
you said you didn’t want to share your fries
even though you couldn’t finish it because you
bought a large coke to go with that. Because
when we went to the movies and I lent you my jacket
all you could talk about was how the hood was getting in the way
of your viewing experience. Because on the taxi ride home
you screamed at the driver because you thought he
did something with the metre. Because, that one time after we made out
and I said I love you for the first time, you judged me
when you said my blue shorts didn’t go
with the grey shirt even though it did. Because when I showed you
my room you asked if my green curtains were
temporary. Because you bitched on the freckles
on my chest when we got undressed. Because after we
went all the way you looked through
my wallet and you saw a picture
of my mom and thought she was my grandmother.
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Arsenio (3 BFA Creative Writing and AB Interdisciplinary Studies) started writing in grade school - he never stopped. He thinks he's the prettiest maiden in all the king's land. http://waitingforarsenic.tumblr.com
