let me count

sometimes i try to count
all that i miss about you
it is a task too much
a list too long

your smile and lips
your shirtless chest-
you stretched the other day
a tattoo peeked from under t-shirt

it’s more than your body
you’re slow on your back
but you’re quick on your feet
witty and funny too

a text from me to you:
“J just told me he saw you
feed milk to a chicken a long time ago
and the chicken exploded.”

your response back to me:
“Probably whole milk.
2% doesn’t usually do that to chickens
just geese.”

i even miss your car
and seeing you ice skate,
your grease-covered hands
and your sleepy eyes at ten a.m.

*In response to Craving.

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