if you bottled up

 

if you bottled up

all the marriage proposals

I’ve gotten in museums

 

I bet you could

call it something

like weightlessness

 

and set it adrift

on some mantle

or shower caddy

 

to wait for moving day

 

I bet all the kisses

I’ve ever forgot

could fit on one page

 

if you called them something

catchy, if they could tell me

what time the exhibition closes

 

and why there’s no touching