I love it when you
talk grammar to me,
correcting my verb usage,
un-dangling my participles,
refitting my prepositions,
clarifying my pronouns,
correcting my spelling.
You tell me you cringe
at the sight of a split
infinitive and my pulse spikes
knowing I taught you
that lesson. Oh, baby,
I’ll let you capitalize
all my proper nouns
if you’ll let me
fix your punctuation.
We can copyedit
each other today
for tomorrow’s presses.
The rules are clear,
not to be broken
by us, raw disciples,
our lips tingling
with the sweetness
of the perfect word
choice. Whisper it
closer, in my ear.
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