Hands Getting Numb Yet?

This is a story
that I have been
meaning to write,
for a while now,

called

"All the reasons,
I love you"
and
it goes like this:

There once was a bottle of
Black Cherry Vanilla Coca Cola,
and it was once

shaken

flat

by the hands of a little girl
with her hands around
the neck

of the bottle
(she wasn't a big fan of pop),

and she said,
"Mama I ain't sick but I want
some of that ginger ale that
you make special when I am";

In old age

Her hands will
shake
and She
will
forget
the words,

Or at least what writing
them might Entail
(won't is wont,
want is wan't is
wont is wan't is won't),

And She loves Him, She
really does,

But they are far too dull
for
One
another

And they
have too

little
to teach
each other
about life

but a lot
of

things

to
Share.

She will
become his
JESUS or the other
way around (blah blah
blah SHE will become
his, maybe, His.)


"How will this look
with a comma", she wonders,

"He is the anti-hero":
Skinny,
Unshaven,
Unwarped,
Unharmed,
Unharming of
the bugs
and the plants
and the
trees,

and she wants
to see
the

things
he does, and does

and does

.