“Our love was on the calendar
since your parents decided to kiss each other.
Until the night dawns.
You look like a 400-degree oven.
Even better than a frying pan with a big chicken drumstick.
If I am the dirty toaster, you will be the paper towel with the soap
because your smile bleaches my soul.
Don’t be surprised about my state of declaration.
I just want you to be the blender that turns my kitchen up and down.
Let’s microwave each other for the rest of our lives”
I think that,
when she hands me the empanadas that I ordered 15 minutes ago