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[jaolianas]

Untitled (someday we’ll keep house together)

someday we’ll keep house together;

you know it’s true.

you’ll bustle and laugh,

and kick me out of the kitchen,

pretending to fuss

when I sneak back in,

and I’ll know you don’t mean it.

if you’ll fold the clothes,

I’ll wash and dry them;

cleaning bathrooms relaxes me,

and taking out the trash

is a good time to feel the sun.

some friday nights

we won’t go out at all,

but stay in with rented movies,

old comedies, Marx brothers,

laughing in the grayscale light,

curled together on the sofa.

saturdays I’ll try to sleep in;

you’ll throw pillows to wake me

before the sun has crept up the wall.

and sundays we’ll lie in bed

until halfway through the morning,

not asleep, not awake,

dreaming in each other’s arms.