That Missing Something

There’s something in the blueberries that my body needs. It might be the blue citric blue in its vitamin skin. It might be the tray of pebbles on a shelf in my ‘fridge. There’s something blue that’s missing from my body. Even a doctor advises that something’s in the berries. blue. — It could be

A fun romance

it will be, until we have scheduled Friday sex and you neglect to text me; I start imagining my wedding dress and stare at baby buggies through shop windows; Your mother makes lamb moussaka and I am vegetarian. Then it will be life.   2012 — Another poem earmarked for “Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys,”