Seventy-Seven Percent

You’re a little bit uglier when you sleep—

jaw wide open, snoring from your throat.

You have girl hands, & it’s true,

our hands are the same size.

You once told me you like how my

Morning breath smells like deli meat.

That is disgusting.

I’m not sure if this is what love feels like,

but according to the Buzzfeed quiz

I took wine drunk on a Tuesday night,

I am seventy-seven percent in love.

I feel like I might love you more than that, but

If your snores are

a high-powered engine,

then I will be your motorboat

soaring down the clumsy Missouri

until the river runs dry.

Clara MacIlravie Cañas is a writer and graduate student in pursuit of her Master’s in English Literature at the University of South Dakota. She aims to celebrate the places and people she loves through her creative writing. When she isn’t writing, Clara can be found watching reality TV with her cat, Clover, or dissociating on Tik Tok.