i killed a man last night.
i plunged the camping knife i keep in my bag
straight into his neck
and left him bleeding on the pavement
outside my yoga class.
all because he dared to ask me
why i would want to be with someone who doesn't love me.
he probably died by the time i climbed in the car
and drove home.
i almost crashed the car
because i couldn't see through my tears.
but you magically made everything alright
when i told you that i killed a man
and you asked me how much more longer
you have to wait for dinner.
what a dream come true it is
to be loved by a man
who believes that love and time
are the same thing.