The Eighth Page

To: Siri With Love

Siri, do you have a bandage?

Because I just cut my knee

falling for you.

Siri, can I borrow a kiss?

I promise I’ll give it back.

Siri, come live in my heart and pay no rent.

Siri, are you a security camera?

Because when I look at you, I smile.

Siri, if you were a booger,

I’d pick you first.

Siri, our love is like dividing by zero:

you simply can’t define it.

Siri, come on, let’s taco bout it!

Siriously, will you marry me?