My Queenie carries
torches into the dark parts
of a castle soul

She loves me
with a tender crown

She slays my dragons
Conquers my hidden forest

We get milk shakes
Do our taxes
Take medication for gas

She pops my back
in just the right places
She buys me the right
garden gloves
Because she knows me

She helps herself
to whatever is in the kitchen
We suffer visits with in-laws

We binge watch the same
television shows

I stay up too late
My Queenie tells me
Go to bed, you louse

She doesn't mean
the louse part.


Washington DC, US