Pickles Two.

I ordered mine over easy
I specified a runny yolk
I denied myself the right to
complain when she said
I didn’t complain (I read it in her diary)
she said I could never love a man
who didn’t like his eggs
sunny side up like her dad
and I had time to think
on the first date
there was a burger on the menu
I said I’d have it with no pickles
she became angry or so it seemed
she said “You don’t— you don’t want pickles?!”
“Are you crazy?”
“Well, I’ll take the pickles,” I said and uh yeah so
so the burger came
And I had to eat a pickle
she said “I like to dip mine in mayonnaise first.”
so I tried that
didn’t have a problem with mayonnaise
surprisingly enough
and I kind of liked the pickle with the mayonnaise on it
it was weird
and then there was a time
where we were out
they just brought these free olives for us to eat
and she fell upon them with much vigor
I was like “Oh no, I’m not gonna eat any olives…”
And she was like “You don’t eat olives?”
and uh, I said “No, not really.”
and she was like “You need to eat an olive right now!”
and I really wanted to make her a part of my life
so it was like “I gotta eat an Olive right now,”
“How is my gag reflex control doing right now? You know?”
as I bit into it
I kind of liked it
and I felt so wrong about so many things
I felt so wrong
so wrong