Thirty Four

From the first day I missed the big game for a big poop, I knew better. While they were planning their weddings with flowery perfumes, I dreamed of the day when I could fart in your lap. That would be the day we lie there in peace, grinning lazily as the wee howler monkeys in our tummies spoke and laughed and harmonized together. Is it today, my love? I'll hold it in.