Title from Al Green
Sometimes I stutter the starts of sentences
like the rusty red lawnmower I retired last summer.
And with frequent fervor I favor delay,
electing instead to exhume volumes from the library's depths.
I can't comb my curls nor control my cowlicks
nor be counted on to help you move your couch next weekend.
I won't wash my whites without my colors mixed in
and I haven't tied my shoes since I was fifteen.
I don't drive unless the windows are down
with wind shaking the coffee cups and plastic bags in the back
of the car I can't clean 'cause I won't pay the garbage collectors
to haul my house-full of pizza boxes and CD wrappers.
But I'm smitten with you, and if you say it's okay,
I will wake up next to you every morning from now until we die.
Sometimes I stutter the starts of sentences
like the rusty red lawnmower I retired last summer.
And with frequent fervor I favor delay,
electing instead to exhume volumes from the library's depths.
I can't comb my curls nor control my cowlicks
nor be counted on to help you move your couch next weekend.
I won't wash my whites without my colors mixed in
and I haven't tied my shoes since I was fifteen.
I don't drive unless the windows are down
with wind shaking the coffee cups and plastic bags in the back
of the car I can't clean 'cause I won't pay the garbage collectors
to haul my house-full of pizza boxes and CD wrappers.
But I'm smitten with you, and if you say it's okay,
I will wake up next to you every morning from now until we die.
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