Come with me. Your childhood has already
broken your heart, so my betrayals
and failures will hurt only half
as much. Come with me and
I will show you a great, big place.
I won’t hurt you on purpose, I won’t
hit you often or hard.

Take me with you little girl, we’ll
give it another try. I’ll scrub your
floors with Clorox, you’ll be important
and I won’t be. I’ll miss you so bad
when you travel I won’t vacuum your
footprints from the carpet, comforted
by your traces.

Take me with you, we’ll have interesting
children. You’ll need someone
to carry your milk to your baby
every day when the two of you are
in two different hospitals. I’ll be
so quiet you won’t even notice me.
We’ll misunderstand each other so
badly it will be as if I weren’t there
at all. Take me with you let’s dance
an awful waltz.

Come with me and I’ll dig you mountains
of dirt. I’ll build you a house,
surprising both of us. Life can be grand,
and surprising.
Stay with me, we’ll sleep in
a yurt yet. Depth, pressure and heat
make diamonds; we’re fucking rich.
The jasmine is blooming
and we’re losing the knack of being
shitheads. Who would have thought it
would ever be this wonderful?