By Request

She laughed
Stretched out across the beige carpet of our apartment
My clumsiness always did that to her

She nods
When I tell her that I might try to become a contestant on 
Jeopardy
As long as they don’t ask me about chemistry or European cuisine

She thinks
My wallet is suffering from deposit amnesia
Although I have never turned away any of her withdrawal requests

She smiles
When I sneak up behind her after she showers
Drawn by the scent of Ivory soap

She yells
When I drop kick my pants into the closet every morning
After a hard night at work

She cries
When she sends forth her heart
And it is returned trampled upon with a thousand muddy footprints

She asks
As I endlessly stare at my computer screen

"why don’t you write a poem about me...?’

I laugh
I nod
I think
I cry
I smile
I yell
I write
This is your poem
By request