You have two secret crushes
so quit polishing.
It’s not just another poem about poetry. It’s about longing.
Don’t say it’s the same thing.
Grey Whale Cove in a little green bug. Nothing else
over the weekend except giving a massage
to a stranger on Baker Street.
And then he buried me in the sand. But
what if I pick the wrong words? Each syllable/
word/line a gender-specific jewel (he didn’t really like jewels)....
Who likes jewels? Yeah, I guess.
Let’s try to at least lock down a date
since it’s a limited suicide.
Because my attention span is better now,
I promise.
