catastrophe

if she loves you, if she really
loves you, you'll know it. if you
can wake up to her staring at you
and its not even mildly creepy, if
you catch her smelling the
shoulder of the hooded
sweatshirt you lent her for an
autumn walk on the beach, and
not for B.O., if she makes you
pancake in the shape of a shark,
if she calls you drunkenly at four
in the morning "to talk", if she
laughs at your jokes when they're
funny and makes fun of you
when they're not, if she keeps her
fridge stocked with Guinness
tallboys for when you come over,
if she tells you how she wishes
she were closer to her sister
and that her dad makes her sad: She
loves you, of course she loves you.


— does she love you? by pasha malla