May Flowers (Or, Morning of a Yard Sale)

I noticed you’d become a person
amidst rusting bubble machines
and young adult paperbacks.

We drank coffee through straws,
sipped early morning traffic like Folgers
in our cups, but better. The news?

I’ve been off making poor decisions
with women less attractive and less kind.
You’ve built yourself

particle by t-cell by tendon
into the woman across from me,
exceeding limits and expectations.