long distance dating

we should

meet sometime, she tells me.

maybe lunch,

or over coffee,

i think we'd hit it off.

but you

live in Puerto 
Rico,

i tell her.

we're a long way apart.

if you loved

me, you'd hop on a plane

and be here.

my mother wants

to meet you,

my children

and my uncles. they think

you are the one.

she sends me a picture

of her legs,

with two chickens beneath

around her feet,

pecking at corn

on the ground.

can i sleep on it, i tell her.

i need to

think this through.

i give you two days, she says,

and then you must decide.

you know

you're not the only man

around.