I Love You More

Dear Jebodiah,

I would love you more than all the fish in the sea

but that isn’t going over so well lately, so why don’t

I love you more than the aggregate number

of viral kitten video views, the collective Wonderwall

covers played at pallet burning bonfires.

I love you more than all the Natty Lights crushed in beer pong

games by guys more sensitive than they seem, more than

all the hashtagYOLO, hashtagPimpin, hashtagHashtaged tweets.

I love you more than every booty call from every city-

surrounding town on Craigslist, more than all the digital pix

taken of Coliseums, Eifel towers, shadowed dix.

I love you more than all the rejection letters received

from journals more prestigious than me, more than all

the English words Kenny G hopes to embody.

I love you more than the number of art grads using their skills

on café chalkboards, more than every espresso kicked back by kids

in skinny jeans and glasses. Than the brick laid between people.

I love you more than all your mother’s bobby-pins found

in the cracks of our floor, more than the miles her

hands have traveled across my cobbled stone back.

I love you more than every punchline

missed. Unlike all the stars in the sky

these numbers will never diminish.