I'm Not Good at Saying I Love You

Artwork by Nadjellah Mendoza

You don't like red wine, 

But you tried it for me anyway. 

We shared it over a meal, 

Cooked in haste. 

You asked me how you can help, 

I just delegated to you the tasks I don't want to do. 

We shared it messily in your bed, 

Not paying attention to the TV. 

Instead, talking shit about coworkers, 

And yapping about friends. 

We shared a bottle in the back of my Yaris, 

On a blow-up mattress rammed into the back of my car. 

My windows fogged up as we cuddled, 

We left toe marks on my rear window. 

And towards the end of the bottle— 

When were we on our last glass? 

You confessed to me with flushed cheeks, 

That you might be starting to like red wine.