the perfect plate
when i think of you,
i recall silly things.
glazed doughnuts,
chocolate chip frappé,
linguini carbonara.
did i ever tell you i hate carbonara?
but i eat it anyway
i keep thinking,
it'll get better
like you and me.
and maybe when i find that perfect plate,
you and i will have some fate.
we'll have better timing;
we'll finally be on the same page.
