i am the one
i am the one
who stares at Your photos
glowing so soft through LCD shine
then wonders where the day has gone
alone in a sweaty pair of hanes
i am the one
who says Your name in my mind
and thinks it would be better
wrapped in a noun
like ‘wedding band’ or ‘garrote’
i am the one
who peeks where she shouldn’t
through crevice and droop,
cowl and crew neck
waiting for a tan line to show
i am the one
clicking ‘refresh’ like morse code
for something new in my mental collection
Your memories i’ll bend and ply
thought pottery baked hard
i am the one
idle in my car on curb
staring past the drapes
wondering if that satin blouse You’re wearing
is soft against Your daughter’s skin
i am the one
who’ll see Your face tonight
touching places where nerves draw fireworks
an eight minute You tube that arches my back,
sets me to sleep
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