I
Day two thousand
one hundred and ninety-one.
Our little blue marble
has made one modest revolution
around our honey-sweet sun
since this 900-square-foot home
fell into our eager laps.
The walls have learned us
the way our abandoned stadium once did,
though we are forbidden to mark them.
They’ve basked in the scent
of butter popcorn on nights we devote
to serial killers and sitcoms.
II
The floors know our heavy tread,
have grown attached to our cat mats.
The marred glass coffee table
with the sweeping legs
(you hate so much)
has seen every cozy kimchi stew,
food delivery and late-night nosh.
The creaky blackhole of a couch —
now the dominion of a surrendering
palms up patchwork cat —
has a gravity all its own.
Beyond the event horizon is where
it stores our awakeness.
My insomnia is inscribed into the cushions.
III
It’s our iron anniversary
and it never ceases to marvel me
how conversations unravel between us
like a runaway roll of toilet paper —
with dramatic gusto
and a blind stubbornness to keep on going.
Your spark of intelligence and idiosyncrasies,
my curious creativity make our table tennis wit.
Each flying orange ball is a new pun
brought to the table.
IV
This year saw our vow renewal to fantasy,
to chance on a 20-sided die,
that we may live a thousand lives
as children of gods, meaty warriors,
cursed charlatans, and conduits of creation
before we lay our corporeal selves to rest
only to exhume our corpses for the coming workday.
My artistic prowess is a self-effacing
candle flame in your cupped palms.
Pride swells in me like a tidal wave
each time you breathe in my handpicked words.
V
We are six years in
and your touch has only grown more tender.
I fit into your arms’ encirclement
like they evolved to meet my mould.
Six years ago I decided it would be you,
and we grew into each other with entangling roots.
We crest the hilltop of our twenties,
slide into the lates of them,
shedding old skin cells of our youth,
finding refuge in wine and song,
and still meeting for the first time
in every conjured newborn world.
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