the extra spoonful that kills
like people who appreciate literally everything
like someone who loves to celebrate the lowest lowes
like someone who protects peace and ease as if it were an infant
like a child who wants touch and play and food and more and more questions and more connection
like socially innapropriate jokes that make you laugh until you cry
like savory foods that can bring you peace when nothing feels quite right
like queer love on a sunday that feels like four days of time
like steady, authentic passionate relationship for more than two years but less than forty-ish years of time
like sending voice memos that feel like purple and taste like nonsensical
like being depressed on the couch together for fun
the extra sweetness brings the present into focus
the extra honesty lets the light in
the extra sip teaches enjoyment
the extra bitter that settles the stomach
and everything that is too much
informs what was not enough
and what could never of been
and what isn’t
even where it demands it is
