Last night I dreamt you were an ant.
I always liked the idea of a magnifying glass
over an ant in August.
I was reading the scientific american
-Of which I am neither-
of how Broca’s Area lets you talk
and Wernicke’s lets you comprehend.
So I was swirling my finger in my coffee
(I know how you hate that)
And I was thinking
Its a funny thing how without Broca’s Area
I would never have to say I love you too.
I always say it like an actress on the sixteenth
take cuz the kid won’t cry on cue
and I would never have to again.
For God’s sake I dont always need the last word!
I love you- I love you too! Ha! Gotcha.
Somethin to prove.
Love you too! Checkmate.
Why can’t we let the chicken marinate?
Its shake and bake every other time
Just once I want to see your words become smoke
suspended in fog
And since I’m choosing
losing my wernicke’s area isnt a bad deal.
I would never even know you loved me
You could say it again and again like the car ride back
from the picture show in the rain when I found out
you could say it and I wouldn’t understand.
You could say it and I wouldn’t understand.