or fishing
or camping.
i don't want to kill my own food,
or milk a cow,
or shuck corn,
or filet a fish.
i want to go to a restaurant
and sit down
with you.
put my hand on your knee
and look into
your eyes as we drink
martinis
then eat dinner
brought to us on plates.
maybe coffee and dessert,
then back to my place.
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