Poem
Alright, about me, I’ll tell you.
I’ll tell you about the way
I can feel the heart beat of a girl through my lips
if the room lies quite enough, about
the way I spent forty five seconds at a traffic
light today, reading a poem that reminded me
about poetry, and about how more and more
I’m attracted to identical people in the same way
I wish that I could take so many things back.
I’ll tell you how I want to stop everyone
Who walks by. How, in the middle of the street
I want to ask them for advise or simply say to them:
“Just give me a chance.
Things get better than this, I can help.”
Surely everyone needs everything
the way that we do.
I’ll tell you about the way
I can feel the heart beat of a girl through my lips
if the room lies quite enough, about
the way I spent forty five seconds at a traffic
light today, reading a poem that reminded me
about poetry, and about how more and more
I’m attracted to identical people in the same way
I wish that I could take so many things back.
I’ll tell you how I want to stop everyone
Who walks by. How, in the middle of the street
I want to ask them for advise or simply say to them:
“Just give me a chance.
Things get better than this, I can help.”
Surely everyone needs everything
the way that we do.