If I smell like hay and coal oil,

It's because I've been in your barn.

I remember us burning bank statements 

And playing cards there.

You fed me olives,

Which I don't like,

And the way you smirked, 

Made me wonder if you knew that.

Did you get a kick out of watching me eat olives?

I will return your smirk 

And raise you a smile,

But the next time we play poker in your barn,

I'm going to wear a lot more clothes

And bring my own snacks,

Or will that take all the fun out of it

For both of us?

-jenn