Reading Arlo Parks and Sipping Rosé

I can’t quite trust that your devotion has anything to do with me

Toss me like a chicken thigh in your turmeric sheets

Bake me to crisp in your bigs hands (why do your fingers hurt)

Let’s see can this be a romance wish?

I can eulogize the vegan food you’ve made me

The radishes and the pickles bright briny 

Behind me on the counter when you get on your knees and

open mouth 

You swing up the ladder fast swell to sighing before 

I’ve decided if I’m ravenous or numb

Ok ok I’ll try to make it a prayer for honey!

Kiss my forehead in the cathedral!