She makes lists
for no other reason that to fill
the blank pages with words,
her handwriting, that of a romantic.
Give a piece of herself to the spaces.
It's a waste of time, she knows
and write on like, one. two. three.
Hey, whatever makes you happy, baby.
and do you know, I've spent so much
money on you? Pull yourself together, kid!
If it were that simple, do you think
she'd still be making lists?