We Could Get Married in Red Converses (Imagined)

you are unaware that your red Converse shoes

elicit that crazy type of reaction

that sweet, milky smile from underneath

my toughened exterior

we could pretend that your gait was made 

for me to follow to the next state

say it like it’s reckless and borderline

both traits found in strands of my DNA

double helixes wound together like twins

that couldn’t let go, no, not ever

not even on birthdays

or at graduation day 

we are just alike, too, you know

two shoestrings wrapped in the eyelets

of these bright red sneakers

well-worn and well-loved

just like that, actually. can’t you see

us running off into

illinois to wed

opposite our mothers’ wishes

but aligned with red tongues 

and the bottom of our shoes