Chloe Rae

aria 15

you have dropped the
scrabble box and letters scatter
everywhere so that for days we find
them under beds and
refrigerators and bookshelves.
we leave each other messages–
you put MINE
in my car, I place STILL
on top of your sandwich before
wrapping it in plastic the
day I make your lunch.
I put KEEP on top of
your pillow when I change
our sheets, and you slip
REST into the shower before
I’m awake. one day I cook
FUCK into the lasagna, and you
retaliate with a YOU amongst the
folded laundry.

is this what being in love
looks like? I ask.
close as it gets,
you reply.