Childs Play

I wanna play house with you.
Married first
I’ll cook you some plastic too.

“Sweetheart, How was your day?”
“ugh the worst”
That is all you ever say.

I’ll wash the uneaten plates
Soak them first.
Fake water and soap—soul mates

You wanna play spouse with me
Yell and curse
That’s what you know love to be.

We will fight—a day or three.
“That’s the worst”
I will say—but it won’t be.

I wanna play house with you.
Buried first.
You’ll make sure of that too.