I am done with dating
apps. I would like to make

you dinner: salmon, rice,
brussels sprouts. You said

you know what I want
for my birthday over a bed

of nigiri and leaves. I rolled
sushi once in a cavern

of doubt. I couldn’t stop
shaking. The nervousness–

I mean, the lust– grew
on your vines by

your side door.
We had your home

re-keyed, then there was
trouble with the locks.

Couldn’t keep the lovers out.