Friday, June 3, 2016
You Asked Me What I Like, So Here It Is...
I like the darkest of dark chocolate;
sometimes the bitterness can be sweet.
I like walking around in fuzzy socks,
and popping bubble wrap with my feet.
I like opening the microwave
before it hits 0:00,
and drawing a hundred little hearts
on the foggy bathroom mirror.
I like the smell of Sharpies,
despite the certain headache,
and pastel-colored liquid soap
I fear for me it’s become a fetish.
I like honey on my pancakes,
banana on my bread,
and no, I don’t want soda, thanks,
diluted cranberry juice instead.
I like quiet walks in the park,
and the sound of water running.
I like laughing ‘till my sides burst,
yeah, I know it wasn’t that funny.
I like talking about things that matter least
with the people that matter most,
and squeezing Mr. Monkey tight
when I think I’ve seen a ghost.
I like quiet mornings,
and bustling nights,
and bright neon lights.
I like small houses,
not too grand,
the smell of pinewood,
and big green land.
I like small talk
with the old Hispanic ladies who sit downstairs on the
brown wooden benches
I like mashed plantains
with the classic Latino spice
that always gives me a good kick in the senses
I like swings
and those butterflies
with the dotted wings;
and simple rings.
I like pretty things--
not gems, and glitter, and diamonds, and clothes--
but things like love,
that stay hidden in shadows.
I like the rain--
no, scratch that--
I like watching the rain
from my apartment window
especially when the sky and I
can become one in soul.
I like cloudy days
even the brightest stars
want to hide away.
I like a good, 500 page book
with words as sweet as desserts
I eat them up, like an alphabet soup,
but then it makes me wonder if I’ll ever be
as great a cook.
But what I like most of all
is to pretend that dreams are reality,
and that reality is a dream--
‘cuz it’s the only way I can prevent this heart
from tearing at the seams.