POEM: is that weird?

is that weird?

there is precisely one-tenth of one percent less gravity
under my feet in your proximity

the sun slants through my window differently
when you’re here

I can juggle four tennis balls if you’re watching
none if you’re not

my dog falls asleep standing up — and smiling —
when you pet him

I can get two radio stations from Malaysia on my toaster oven
when you’re in my kitchen

all my refrigerator magnets gather together and form a heart
when you put the tofu back in my fridge

I have been known to speak dead languages
just to hear you laugh

come to think of it, it IS sorta weird