Maybe if...

Maybe if I eat an entire pineapple or the juice from seven limes, get on my hands and knees and clean the baseboards 'til they sparkle. Maybe then? What if I spend the entire day walking in circles around the block, squat in the shower while I rinse the shampoo from my hair, or scrub the bath to gleaming new heights. Would that do any good? Maybe I need to ride the bus around Queens or jump on a trampoline. Maybe she won't come until we solidify a name, wash all the linens, or go out for curry and order the spiciest dish on the menu.