I WA N T U S
BY TYLER KNOTT GREGSON
I w a nt this . I w a nt tha t. I w a nt photos of us . I w a nt to
b e proud of us out loud . I w a nt to kis s you. I w a nt to
s mile a nd la ugh. I w a nt to ma ke you giggle, a nd I w a nt
to ma ke you s igh, a nd I w a nt to ta ke your b rea th a w ay,
a nd I w a nt to d a nce w ith you a t people ’s wed d ings ,
a nd I w a nt to pic k you up a nd c a rr y you w hen your
f eet a re tired .
I w a nt to w a it until you a re a lmos t a s leep a nd then
kis s your nos e a nd ma ke you la ugh s o ha rd w ith s ome
s ecret joke tha t your b el l y hur ts a nd you s mac k me f or
w a king you a l l the w ay up s o we ha ve to get out of b ed
a nd s it a nd w a tc h the cit y lights w hile ea ting a b ow l
of cerea l a t 1: 38 a m.
I w a nt us . I w a nt the s mel l of pa nc a kes w hen it ’s me
tha t cooks them a nd the s un ha s n’t yet woken. I w a nt
ea rs tha t hea r the word s I s pil l ins tead of e yes tha t
read them. I w a nt noteb ooks b lac k w ith ink from
a l l the d eta ils I noticed from a l l the times I s a t a nd
ma r veled a t the w ay you s pin through a n hour.