addicted to love

(might as well face it)

the bartender remembered my drink order
we’ll name our little girl Stella, after his favorite beer.
that new trainer in the gym thinks I have the best ass in town, 
we’ll be engaged by the end of the year. 
my dentist finds my obnoxious laugh endearing,
I’ll make us eggplant parm for dinner. 
my priest doesn’t even mind I’m not a Catholic, 
I bet he prays I stay a sinner. 
that married writer who says I’m “like if Eve Babitz could actually drink,”
will end up dedicating his next novel to me, I think.
the kid who bags my groceries each week  handed them to me this time real slow, with a wink.
my ex-boyfriend heard a song on the radio
that reminds him of me, 
(everything does) I’m his kink.
the 65 year old actor I shared a meal with pronounced my name correctly,
now he’s getting it tattooed over his heart in red ink.