Twists, Tacos, and Tenderness

Twist ties and umbilical cords

Every highway entrance is a noodle

Every exit is a pretzel

We are constantly twisting ourselves in and out of situations

Slithering, flopping around

Fish out of water surviving in puddles of fizzy energy drinks and almond milk.

Is it the adrenaline that keeps us going

Or the promise of a sunrise after a too dark night

Perhaps it’s just spaghetti tacos and knowing that we still love ‘em even when they fall apart

Like I still love you when you fall apart

Earphone cord wrapped round my body

As you heave in and out the world that weighs too heavy, too loud

Or how we give each other finger heart farts and always get a treat for the other at the store

I hope to never flop out of this, only stumble and skitter and crash into you

We’ve got clumsy in common

Love marks and bite tracks

And a collection of the most mismatched funky mugs that always make us laugh when tough lookin’ men drink from them

You soften the world with your warmth

And while I had no idea where this poem would lead to, know that each path and line has led me to you

You’re my final destination,

Home

P.S. there’s an ice cream sandwich waiting for you in the freezer