We'll heat milk over a little gas stove
that takes ages to light,
while behind us a derrick thrums gentle
as a purring cat.
Opening a bag of marshmallows in mittens
is hard, I imagine,
but I will do it for you,
because I want everything to be special,
and even if the bag splits and they go everywhere
we'll laugh about it and pick them up,
dusted with snow, because we're in Alaska,
drinking hot chocolate
and the air is tangy with oil.
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