I swallowed pepper.
something about soulmates.
banana peppers. falafel.
she is attracted to my “good mom-ness”.
she catches food in her mouth —
dry cereal, fruit gummies.
(I eat the ones that fall to the floor
when she tosses them to me).
I am attracted to the way my anxiety
recedes and peace spreads through my arteries
when we talk.
“a whole new animal”
That’s what this is.
I think we have met before
in the womb
of this universe.
She talked of Plato’s forms and declared
my vegetable stir fry was “the form of lunches.”
I might be the form of myself when I am with her.
[Someday]. We are taking things slow.