i wish these encounters weren't so awkward
we both know what the other is thinking but
neither of us is making a move.
make it.
i know you might roll your eyes at this/but i'm so happy you exist.
(i know lots of strange people. does that make me just as strange? okay.)
but i know traffic lights and subway trains
and city streets and picket signs
and two cups of coffee staining the linoleum
make some part of life worth living.
(this is the part where you talk and i listen. i'm good, you know.)
that man on the corner
the one with crazy eyes and crazier hair
he just asked for some change to buy an ice cream cone and
one time i handed a leftover sandwich to a guy asking for spare change
and i realized later that i did it in hopes that you
one of you
might see it.
i wish that stupid thoughts and irony
could become as valued as
the honesty i'm searching for.
where?
here, there, everywhere.
(gimme shelter)
just tell me what you're thinking because
like i said before
it probably matches all these
petty pretty silly little thoughts
rattling
around
in this brain of mine.
amongst the lists of emails and phone calls and stories
i have
loose change
thoughts
building up waiting to be spilled
to the first one who asks.
(you asked, once, and i said i was thinking about a lot of things. you didn't pry. i wanted you to.)
help me out make me shiver make me pout
help me out make me discover what it feels like
really feels like
to be with another.
one of you. any one of you.
(make a move. i would, but i'm old-fashioned. even though you wouldn't expect it from the likes of me. i'm always a surprise, you'll see.)
