While I appreciate the urgency with which
You feel the need to snuggle into my elbow,
Desperate to squeeze a little more love 
Out of
And
Into
Today.
I can’t help but notice the minor annoyance
I experience.
You see,
You’re in my way.
I’m trying to do important things,
Like write poetry.
Really important, seriously artistic
Poetry of the soul.
But instead,
I’m writing about trying
To write,
With a puppy nestled at my hip,
His head resting on my thigh.
And as you snore softly,
Smelling indelicately like those corn chips
In the shape of little bugles,
I would fit on my fingertips
When I was a kid (I’d probably still do it now),
I wish we could stay like this
Forever.
I know our forever will be short,
And a day will come
I’ll wish empty wishes
that you’d be inconveniencing me still,
Though,
So I don’t really mind,
For now,
That you’re
In my way.