Daniel Fitzgerald

007

Daniel Fitzgerald

007

On your birthday,
I’ll wake you with breakfast in bed.
Something too heavy for the hour.
I’ll take the tray before you’re done
And press the tops of my toes
Against the back of yours.
I’ll throw a surprise party,
Just the two of us.
Wink of the right eye, horn in mouth.
Sung at the top of my lungs.
I’ll bake you a cake
For no reason besides you seeing
The light in my eyes again.
Even if I had to put them there.