CALL ME BELOVED

we spent the day together, being educated
in the countless ways our wedding
could be personalized, monogrammed cookies
and hundreds of paisley patterns on fine paper –
I could not tell you how it all rubbed me wrong,
like the wrong side of a towel – it all
didn’t fit quite right.

bleary eyed I careened across
the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway and the
lights hit me in the peripheral, NPR
prattling on about frenemies over the radio.
you gasped, the beauty of hundreds of apartments
glowing through the eleven o’clock fog –
how could I tell you that vignettes such as these
are the most thrilling moments in my life,
the ones we share, the insignificant parts of
our adventures? my boot carefully rode the brakes,
rounding the turns back home, and in my mind
I quietly wished for a lifetime of beautiful nothings
together.