olive jars

you tell her,
look at these hands,
trying hard
to impress her
on your first date,
so that she will
fall in love
with you and want
to give you
babies despite
that fact that
you are both in
your fifties, you
show her your
hands. look at
these hands you
say again,
holding them
up into
the shadowy
light of the coffee
shop. i can open up
virtually any olive
jar with hands
like these.
sauces, mustard
jars, no problem.
and she can't help
but sigh, and
say, i love you.
i love you.
i have so many
jars for you
to open. let us
go and begin what's
left of our lives
together.