me, wanted
i sit anxiously at a table, or in a car
awaiting a date to begin
but it wasn’t a date, because we never were daters
were we?
and suddenly i see it on the table like your hand there
longing to be held
funny, i couldn’t take my eyes off of your face long enough to notice it
i read it and i get it, i get all of it
and i appreciate your imagery
did i ever explain to you that the reason i like poetry is because i fell in love with you?
(the only way to express you is poetry)
i wish i could write you back a letter but i stumble after the salutation
and i don’t know what to write
your birth-given name signed at the bottom of a letter stopped me
dead in my hunting-tracks
because i realized what it said,
and who you were
and that i knew you.
and that’s when i was scared again.