Feed me spoon-words

of Arabic and dates

while I watch no one

connecting seas via canals 

It sure stirs me

Between you shutting my door

and walking around the car for yours

lies a grand vacation for us both

Still fall into

some sort of wth

Mondays, twodays

But then my eyes light up

For I can change it all

before matcha even

hits the dha dhin-na ta-ka-ta dhrrnnnng

notes 

So bring on the nights, too

In the romanticized part of my youth, when ideals were more important than air, my nose used to turn upwards at the idea of eating out. Now, as someone who eats cake for breakfast while the kids are asleep, I get absolutely excited when someone feeds me and I don't have to do the dishes. Sunday Brunch.

I never said

My game is better than yours

But when I'm bored with your level

I'm out. That's all