WINDOW OR AISLE
12/21/18
I wish you could fit in my jacket pockets
Safe and snug
Warm and convenient
So I could reach inside
The polyester
Get lost in the gum wrappers and
Loose tobacco and
Extra euros from another lover
To find
You
Waiting for me
On a chilly day.
I crawl my fingertips around you,
Stay.
Hello there. Here’s a little snack.
I got your favorite.
How’s your day?
We are inches away and worlds apart.
But you,
You have trained my heart
Only to call out
In the distance.
Only to cry
In the dark.
I’m sorry my technical support hotline is 24/7 out of service,
But your lunch break commitment kills my vibe.
When I trust you are far, far away
On a plane,
Out the door,
On the phone with customer care.
(Yes,
I was jealous.)
Then and only then,
I cry out.
Hold me.
Do you mind?
Maybe you accidentally hit mute,
Or maybe you’re stuck in the security line
Shoes off
Strip search
Step aside, sir.
Or
Carry-on, darling
But whatever the gate,
Don’t forget where you
Do your laundry.
Because sorry to break it to you
Sweetheart,
But the blood don’t lie like tears do.
You come from car crashes and indigo,
Moxy and Dr. Pepper,
Sick dogs and melancholia,
Walking tacos on the six-mile soccer field.
Ring any bells?
No, I don’t want to marry you,
I just want to own you.
We are so afraid to ask for
Joy
To claim our
Desire
To build a house in the
Desert
That might only turn out to be a
Mirage.
The bad guy never knows he’s
Bad.
But I don’t need another fucking
Hero.
Believe it or not, I know I’m
Beautiful.
I don’t need you to
Discover me
The way I once did.
But if you could just
Know me.
If you could just
See me.
If you could just
Show up.
That.
That.
That would Carpe my
Damn Diem.
That would be
Love
To me.
Today.
Ask me again
Tomorrow.
And I’ll probably want
Sex
Or
An ice cream cone
Or
Letterpress RSVPs with burnt orange borders.
But today,
I want you.