Remember the time we were digging?
You asked me my Myers-Briggs
While a helicopter flew overhead
I told you ENFP
I guessed you were the opposite
And I was right
We came in just before dark
Made tea for throats hoarse from yelling
You unrolled the cuffs of your pants
Dumping out bits of dirt from the day
I didn’t know you well enough to chide you
So I laughed and poured tea
I turned to the cupboard looking for sugar
I wanted so badly for you to come up behind me
And squeeze me at the waist
But you, being my Jungian foil
Would never do such a thing
“Milk in your tea is disgusting” you said
Maybe tomorrow we’ll dig again