Jonathan LeGault – Sean

Cait McReavy | this is not a love poem

I would buy you Neptune, if I had the pocket change, But all of my trinkets are buried under couch cushions, And I couldn’t sell my right kidney for full market value. The guy behind the Eastside Costco drives an awfully hard bargain. Perhaps you would prefer that I buy you a more temperate climate than Neptune? The moon, maybe, but I think that’s only a rental. And I spent my last pay check on 2,000 bags of brown rice, So I could fill up my pool with them. So forget what I said about the moon. You might be wondering why I did that, Bought so many bags of brown rice, I mean. Well you said once that you’d like to eat it more, And it’s all I’ve thought about since. Every time you get a new freckle, I gain a new religion. I like to imagine sometimes that we’re the last two people on Earth, Except there’s still people to pave the roads, And other things like that. Look I’m really sorry I bought so much rice, But it’s because I couldn’t afford to buy you Neptune, So would you like to go swimming?