Today, on Facebook, I Am Writing a Valentine.
This is tedious—my back aches too much—
I’m feeling my age. Perhaps an
imaginary hike will do.
Otto’s chopping vegetables; a cool
breeze floats in from Los Angeles.
Send me a text message, will you?
How will this that started with love
end? Music lyrics are appropriate.
I’ve gotten raw for you and now
you want this? Come here and
give me a hug.
Dear Valentine,
You wake the rabbits in my heart.
My heart was the rabbit. You
drive me insane with your fake
smiles. There’s one for good
measure.
Tomorrow I will write you an
angry letter, my love.
