Covering the Scars of Yesterday

I love you
even as the knock-kneed flea
that ticks me off
when I want to get off
and you don't;
with curlers in your hair
wearing grandmother's underwear,
I love you.

and even though 
my snake lie idle
in the thick of grass
longing for
a roller coaster uprising,

I love you hard enough
to pick up the padded pieces
that pop out from your bra;

covering the scars of yesterday.