Soon after she left,
I was making the bed
and I smelled her on the sheet.
Last night I had texted from the other room
that’s my favorite thing to eat
and I don’t mean that generically
I mean YOURS is my favorite.
She said, shut up, which translates
I like that you said that
and I don’t know how to react.
It always interests me
that someone so completely themselves
self-sufficient in ways I envy
has trouble receiving positives
so I just keep doing it
you’re gorgeous, you’re so fucking brilliant,
and hope that someday
the flood of praise
will be unresisted.