mreh

i never want to spend a birthday

wondering where we would be.

i can tell you that there would

not be conventional gifts;

wrapping paper isn't even an option.

specially prepared cakes lack enthusiasm;

i like my sugar to sting with spontaneity.

we'd probably go about our normal day

and,

in-between walking to the fridge for a coke

and heading to bed,

you'd call over your translucent shoulder

a basic november 27th greeting from aunt marie.

recognize

that each day apart

is a day i yearn to get back.