when I meet you
I know what you will be.

you will be a strong woman
or a quiet man

you will taste like lime ice-cream spiked with tequila
smell like the air outside

you will love to buy old books and read them
while listening to the Mountain Goats

you will write recipes in iambic pentameter
the titles backwards and colourful

you will think sunlight is a beautiful thing
even in the middle of a drought

you will not laugh at me for keeping a diary
because you used to, once upon a time

you will play Bob Marley while doing the dishes
the Hold Steady while cleaning

you will like horses
especially the bitchy Appaloosa mare kind

you will understand that i hate doing anything without plans
and you will force me to be spontaneous

you will take me on picnics to the park
after, we’ll go for gelato

you will send me flowers on bad days
and look surprised when i throw you a party for your birthday

you’ll look good in hats
you’ll love scarves, even if you don’t ever wear them

you will take me to the petting zoo
you will understand why i sit on one of the benches and cry

you will love the museum
and we will spend long hours combing the exhibits

you will put your cold feet on my back at night
and teach me how to give a backrub

you will be a writer
spending long hours in the coffeeshop downtown

you
will love me.