Overthinking Like A Mother Fucker

It would be easier to stab him

Than to cut this watermelon into even slices

Goddamn dull knife, impotent cutlery

He waits patiently in the living room

As smoke rises from pans

Temperature probably too high for the recipe

I’m in the kitchen wearing my favorite tie

An obvious first date in houses

My dogs sniff him and approve, and I smile

I’ll not burn the motherfucking dinner

He might be worth it

I enter the room and time stands still

He looks at me lovingly, as I overthink and pause

Motherfucking food on a well-planned platter

I carry it without spilling shit

Everything is where it should be

And that might include me

#JimmyBroccoli