I’m forgiving you
With every new day
Forgetting you

While you climb the ladder
I’ll hold your legs
Reaching for cookies
Changing light bulbs
Painting walls
Dusting the top shelf

I’ll pound your chest like a drum
Until the last breath slips out

We’ll sharpen the blade together
Mow the lawn on a Sunday morning

We accept ourselves as immigrants
We control the space between us

To herd cats we must first
Learn to ride them

Touching fur to a glass
Skipping down the alter
Sardines and envelope filters
Remembering to bring a sweater
The comfort of static cling

One day we will all be
Caught dead in something