| When You Marry Me |
thegalester
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I will carry three armbabies | 1 |
under the crook of my elbow, | 2 |
and shine with promised bleached | 3 |
hair under a heating bulb. | 4 |
I will play the trombone outside | 5 |
on our front porch and, in a Wyeth moment, | 6 |
I will step outside without any clothes on | 7 |
and sing Amazing Grace while tying | 8 |
the emerald curtains outside. | 9 |
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I will want sport trashcans, a green typewriter, | 10 |
and six lobster traps for when we go to Maine. | 11 |
We will have a blue boat, | 12 |
and carry lobsters on our clothing. | 13 |
Your parents will fry fish | 14 |
in a big tick pot beside the rocks and the seafoam, | 15 |
and we will watch as our babies carry shells on their fingers. | 16 |
We will know Spain finally, | 17 |
and you will have three languages under your belt -- | 18 |
pero no sabré dónde los aprendiste. | 19 |
You and I will feed deer in the State Park | 20 |
and I will wear a kerchief on my head, despite your jokes. | 21 |
Just like the Hughes's | 22 |
we will mask ourselves with words | 23 |
and dark green sea and in the evening, | 24 |
after making love, you will leave my side and find | 25 |
one more ocean to be under. | 26 |
You might return and find me asleep in our bed, | 27 |
our baby under my arm, and you will watch us sleep in green. | 28 |
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