12 It’s Not Right Yet
I want to figure skate around your ring finger
I’ve been working on my double axel
I want to leave chunks of my voice in your car
I’ve been in re-writes about what I’ll say
I want to package my breath and deliver it to your eardrum
I’ve been looking for the right box
I don’t know how else to say it.
I can’t tell you any other way
I am fearful that you’ll forget me
I want to melt into your skin like a mini me tattoo
I’ve been stuck between black and white or color
I want to mold my mouth into a luminescent plaster with a ring for your keys
I’ve been indecisive on the right amount of pursing
I want to write you a poem that tells you I love you
I’ve been juggling words like a deranged circus performer
I am so scared you’ll forget me
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I'd rather ride a board than skate
ReplyDelete& risk slicing into the figure-8
at the back of your neck.
I'd rather leave an echo of your style
below your poem and imagine you smile
than meta-critically reflect.
I'd rather comment here than see
if space opens up inside your OKC
mailbox (I still may check.)