Asparagus

He said, “I guess you’re just really hard to make happy,” while fire ants

burned away at my brain. But smoke in the woods

makes me smile, airports too; so what

are we

doing wrong? Asparagus can take years to mature. So,

why can’t my growth be gradual as well?

I don't want a baby, or security. I don't

want touch if not in love, and I think there's a name for that. But I

want

you.

I want us, and your warmth in

the winter when the whiskey isn't warm enough.

We both knew I was selfish. Yet, you stay and tell me

your mother is not me and I am not her.

I am disappointing, though. Not for me—but for you.

And I don't really know anymore which is worse.