It will be hard to love me because you are scared. You are scared of what was and what could be. It will be worth loving me.
So take all of my money at Sotheby’s because
I’ll raise my paddle and bid on you.
Happy words don’t flow smoothly. They’re choppy,
gritty, and forced. It’s like when you go to the beach
and come back with particles of sand wedged
between your teeth, your ears, your strands of hair.
It takes a while to remove the sand.
Forget how she urged you to choose the girl with the soft spoken voice.
Because the girl you date will speak so loudly that
your ears will ring and your head will ache.