reasons to marry a madman

He is beautiful when he laughs and hasn't shaved.

He wears a blue plaid robe when he is at home,
and any one of the innumerable visitors that come tromping
through the front door are bound to giggle in appreciation of his honesty.

Sometimes I tell him to close his legs and everyone smiles.


He is above all things kind. Naturally kind.

He always remembers what to put in the cart for me at the grocery store.
Canned mandarin oranges, Avocados, Fresh ground espresso for the machine,
Angel hair pasta.

He lets me cry irrationally and thinks about Star Trek while squeezing the tears out of me.

He likes to pretend he is an alien but I know better.
He is just a rare human.
The kind I love the most.