I need a man
willing to split an appetizer
a man who takes a stance on condiments
just a thin spread man is not for me
if you know me
and know me well
you know that I’m in conflict
not cahoots with mayo
note to my future husband
we’re gonna fry things sometimes
this is non-negotiable
in the spirit of sweet confessions
understand upfront
that I’m sprinkled like salt
in mixed genre scars
I will not cover them
they are part of me
if you’re willing
to dedicate
certain afternoons
to thinking about nothing but white frosting
then this can work
I’m not opposed to communicating
via conversation hearts
hot stuff
be mine
marry me
that’ll be the quirk in us
I hope you feel the same
I believe in this next part very strongly
there is never going to never be seltzer in my apartment
have I mentioned my girl refrigerator?
we’re pretty close
she won’t come between us
just as I assume a position in my body
something always shifts me
but I think with a cake
on a cake plate
waiting the wings
ready to conquer a problem
I can finally start to balance
so if you’re ready
let’s do this
but don’t ever neglect me
and kiss these splendid goodbye
Leah Iannone is The Inquisitive Eater's Poet of the Month for February 2018.
Leah Iannone received her MFA from The New School’s Creative Writing Program. She currently works as a director of academic planning. Her work has appeared in Newsweek, 12th Street, The Best American Poetry Blog, Alimentum, Redheaded Stepchild, PAX Americana, Barrow Street, Psychic Meatloaf, and The Inquisitive Eater.
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