By Patrick Califia
A love affair is something to survive.
This is a relationship -
something to keep tidy.
So my love for you reveals itself
In my exceptionally thorough grocery lists
And I know how much you love me when
You scrub out the shower
Two weekends in a row.
I am a romantic janitor,
Performing constant maintenance
on my happiness.
Give me a kiss.
I just took out the trash
And swept the sidewalk.
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