Andy Kenyon – “Hope for the Flowers” @WANPOETRY (SLC CYPHER 2018)


– One night over Thai food,
you asked me what I wanted. And I’m sure you meant
what do you want to drink, or what do you want to do later, but me with my bullshit poetic mind looked at you and said,
I want to get the check. And then I want to go to a Vons
and buy a bottle of red wine and some wildflowers and I
want to go back to my place, drink that wine, and
learn everything about you that I don’t already know. And the next morning, I
wanna wake up before you do, call in sick to work, and
then go get breakfast. And after breakfast, I want
to crawl back in bed with you just for that feeling,
’cause at this point I’m still learning your
skin like how a baby first realizes that they got fingertips. And I want us to go to the park. And the day that we go to the park I want to climb to the
top of the tallest tree and scream from the top of my lungs, I really fucking like this woman! And I want the birds to flutter away and I want you to laugh. And I want us to go to the movies. And I’ll pay for the tickets, but I want you to buy the popcorn and I wanna not remember
a thing about that movie because you’re holding my hand. And I really fucking like that sometimes. I wanna start memorizing
the shapes your hair makes on my pillowcases while you’re sleeping. I wanna push the Earth as far
away from the Sun as possible so the only way that we can
keep warm is by touching. And then I want us to fall in love and call it love and mean it. And to celebrate, I
want us to go to Cancun, lie on the beach and
pretend we know how to surf. And while we’re in Cancun, I think we should go to Chichen Itza, and I wanna climb to the
top of the tallest pyramid and scream from the top of my lungs, I really fucking love this woman! And I want it to be translated into multiple languages
and I want you to laugh. And then I want us to go back to Vegas, pack up all of our shit and drive, ending up in a suburb
of Denver, or something. And I wanna find work in a tiny hotel, come home every night, kiss the insides of your wrist and stop all movement. I want us to save up to buy a house, and the day that we buy that house, I wanna climb to the roof of it and scream from the top of my lungs, I’m always gonna love this woman. And I want our neighbors to look at me really fucking weirdly. And I want you to laugh. I wanna start growing old with you, watch your hair turn
gray and wrinkles form like crescent moons around your cheeks from smiling too much. And I wanna know that
they’re there because of me. And I want us to have children
so we can have grandchildren. In the year 2047, I want
our youngest granddaughter to be sitting on your lap
on our porch in Denver, and I want to be in the
kitchen doing dishes and listen to you tell her about how there was this one time, this one time in Las Vegas over Thai food, how you asked me what I wanted, and I told you I wanted this. (cheering and applause)

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