10.19
i am falling in love with poets i don’t know because the internet was created
to train your eyes to the screen instead of a stranger’s face
and your fingers to the keyboard instead of in his hair.
i sat outside briefly with a cigarette that looked like a poorly rolled joint
and a man with corduroy pants sang a song as he unlocked his bicycle
but then he rode away.
i am lonely, i do admit, but mostly for words meant for me and conversation
and you know, maybe an awkward shrug or a half-smile;
i am a sucker for those.
and there’s been a few things, yes, like spinning around
on a flat roof-top with some rum like some goddamned indie flick
and a different blonde boy who lights matches one-handed…
but there are also things like falling off of couches when your best friends leave
and you still think there’s a party to be had, somewhere right now, you swear it.