I fell in like with you at the exact moment in Little Miss Sunshine
when Frank tells his family he wanted to kill himself
because his grad student didn’t love him back. I say like
because when I start to fall for somebody, I’m experimenting,
not in the sense that they’re a test-tube subject
but in the sense that I’m trying them out like a fashion designer
would try out a taffeta dress on one of her models
to see if it fit properly. I dream improperly.
Tonight I fall asleep with thoughts of Noah’s Ark
filled with your heart and hands overflowing into a deep sea,
the Eiffel Tower being knocked off balance
and killing twenty-five tourists as it lands
on the ground below. See, I thought of you
at that moment because to me, my like for you
was a synonym for suicide-it hurts a hell of a lot,
but you’re glad when it’s done.