your ideal girl

i’m in love with the hydrologic cycle,
and i can take apart a live chicken,
dance half-naked in moonlight and firelight,
build a wall, plant a tree,
recognize the difference between a covenant with you
and a contract with the state,
grow a ten foot wall of lush green cornstalks,
and i almost always laugh at your jokes.

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