Offroad

I knew she was the one when I didn’t dream of her

Floating through my window on gilded wings with

A chorus of angels singing a delicate aria and every

Other fucking sitcom cliché that my childhood eyes were inundated with.

No, she came in underneath the doorstop, sinking her claws

Into my freezer-burned flesh, and demanded that I thaw

Expeditiously. I made my skin an accessibility ramp for her

To stumble up when her drunken feet brought her to the avenue between herself and oblivion.