As we sit beside Perfume River, I finally conclude that
embryos are, by nature, strangers.
I notice--I never noticed--your tears look like oatmeal cookies.
I’m sorry I ate that tear.
Listen to those birds chirp.
They sound like the birth of a hash brown.
We can agree that A Jello Sunrise With You is a film that at least tastes good.
Sitting beside you, I look over and rapidly move my eyes in a way
that lets you know I am not thinking about food.
I ask, “Can I lie down? Will you hold me?”
I think about Denny’s,
Sideways.