am i lucky that you're not psychic?

[inthekeyofpike]

i am circling around your name like a hawk
circumnavigating your name like magellan
tried to do with the world your name
is an unknown land your name is a mysterious
unapproachable people maybe your name is
actually quite nice maybe your name would
invite me to dinner (that tendon that tender
connection that little bit of something that
ties your name to you means that maybe your name
already has)

maybe dinner means me in a pot your name
slowly stirring me to a boil your name sipping
at the broth and adding celery tomatos carrots
stirring in a clockwise direction stirring along
the circular outer edge stirring around and
around and
around

when the wind sets down in a funnel form it's
called something in particular but now if i am
the wind i am much milder (maybe your name
is too close to mine if i am the wind) if i am
the wind i am a glancing breeze i am the near-hit
the carrier of dragonflies that circle around
your name like spies like a series of
one-way streets going in the wrong direction like
a right turn a right turn a right turn and a dead end
and the dead end is your name.

credit: the italicized line is from the soul coughing song, "circles"