Blank Slates; We'Re Magnets Poem by Kim Dang

Send me something gift wrapped,
Something honest
Something blatantly innocent
Hold me with the ideals still living within you
Please stay uncomplicated

Just simply this, un-opaque, pristine
Like we’re both staring up at blue skies
Play me something reggae, pizzicato tunes
Instead of your suggested country songs
Your blue eyes.

I don’t want my ears to hear of your past stories
Look at this, we’re super senior high school kids
Skipping around on our fields of glory
I’d rather not taint 'us' with all our baggage

Our undeniably broken selves in some past years
They reemerge, but let’s reimburse what’s been hurt
With our beginnings.

Let’s check our skeletons in before we start this
Let’s make it beautiful, blank slates,
We're magnets with opposites poles
We'd stay attractive.