I am building my winter nest,
ready to sink into blue pillows
and pull a gray blanket around myself.
You are in flight to Florida
to bake in the sun
in a pink spandex swimsuit.
All winter you will send emails
from your laptop while you lounge
by the pool.
If I answer, I will use a fountain pen
on flowered paper.
I will eat apples from the grocer.
You will pick oranges from a tree.
Next spring I will be rested,
my skin soft and white as my hair.
You will be energized,
hair dyed gold, your skin tan
as the gypsy you’ve always wanted to be.
You will bring me a straw hat
trimmed with a lime green scarf
llike the one you brought me last year.
I will serve you chocolates
from our favorite candy store.
You will only eat milk chocolate ones,
but I will still prefer the bitter kind.
From Myopic Nerve (2005).
This poem first appeared in Poetry Jumps Off the Shelf.
Used here with the author's permission.