how i admire her

i spent the 10 o’clock to whenever-i-publish-this-o’clock hour(s)

researching prefixes and suffixes of
metalic ions because i wanted to write
a proesm about some woman i know


and wanted to use the literary device of metaphor
aptly to compare her to metal but like see i was gonna
create a ‘new’ metal by taking


her first and middle names and adding
the appropriate suffix within chemistry nomenclature
for the molecule/ion/whatever
that is most like her


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  1. i learned more about chemistry and molecules and ions and stuff in the last seventy-five minutes than i ever did in high school or college. probably because i’m on two types of adhd medication now and since i’m researching in regards to a really hot woman who likes having sex with me, i’m a bit more inspired
  2. after deciding which metallic/chemistry ionic whatever ‘thing’ was most like her[1. she’s an anion, i didn’t like how any of those suffixes looked or sounded. seriously i can’t be writing a piece about how friggin’ amazing she is while utilizing the suffix  ‘-ide’ or ‘-ate’. we’re not savages, people. so, obviously, since all of that research for the perfect word resulted in the perfect word not being aesthetically pleasing, i just ditched the idea
  3. i decided that the ‘piece’ – the miracle of creation driven by my awe and reverence to the woman she is every minute of every day –

like, seriously, ya’ll,

asleep on the couch
buried in a furry blanket
sick and exhausted and spent
herSelf inspired me to spend an hour and fifteen minutes
researching chemistry
(i found this page in purdue university’s chemistry dept to be most helpful)
in hopes of harnessing an idea
intending to express

how i admire her.



her tattoos look nice with my own

her name is joy.

ok no like seriously it’s her actual name
yes i mean metaphor and she happens to
be joy(ful) but for real her name is joy



when i think about her – like with intent,
well beyond the awareness one has
of things that exist, like on purpose,

i kinda just stop for a second
or four
and it’s not a sigh what is it ummmmmmmm

i just kinda do a breathe-and-hold-and-exhale
that’s different than how i, joel, normally breathe

by thiiiiiiiiiiis much

measurements are arbitrary
man-made constructs
eventually agreed upon
one cup of rice
three hours from now
thirty-two inch waist
and so on
and so on
today i fell in love
wait pause i fell
more in love with you
by approximately
twelve perfect back scratches
eight hugs from a daughter
1.5 whiffs of perfume and sunlight
and one really weird encounter at target when that older woman thrust herself between us and then clamped an iron grip on my right arm and made us pose for a picture

that was weird a little bit
i love you.

you're amazing.

– joel

scavenger hunt of sorts

so my queen has given unto me
orders to find for her
new ones, specifically
which lemme tell you
if we’re speaking off the record
there really is no such thing
at this point as ‘new words’
but i catch her drift and
whether or not i think it’s
feasible to find new words for her

when an itty bitty
warrior queen
asks something of me
’tis my duty as her king
to at least make a seriously game effort

and wait here i’ve got a picture
of the two of us together


she is so pretty
brave and wild
and come on
look how happy
she is to be with
me on a bridge
that leads to a bench
we didn’t make out on

‘ok i need milk, a patio set, and a soul mate.’

what i thought i know about love
the entire inventory of a department superstore
from the highest of end merchandise to
open and retaped and returned packages
cluttered beneath the customer service desk.

what i know about love
a trip through the 10 items or fewer lane
with room to spare