I’m too early.
Sitting in my car
Hair perfect
Make up pristine
There is nothing to adjust
Nothing to fix.
Just me
As I am
Or at least the more
polished version.
Hoping that who I am and what you want
have some kind of happy convergence
Hoping the Venn Diagram of love
has less curves than I do.
More spherical
Like the Fullness of that woman’s tummy
checking her phone on the bench outside
the restaurant waiting
for the father.
She probably put her name in
But I won’t.
Don’t even want the hostess to know
that I’m here early
that I’m so eager
that I don’t have anything better to do
but bet on you.
Even if I did I’d drop it all for you.
I hate having so much skin in the game.
But I do.
I have my skin
my blood
my heart
all on the line
for you.
When I thought I just got all my shit together
five minutes before I met you.
I flip the channels on the radio.
Hoping to hear a song to match my mood
to match us.
But everything is too happy
too sappy
too sad.
There are hardly any songs about casual romance
They are hardly worth the ink.
Because it takes two to make a harmony
two separate melodies, no matter how lovely
make noise
even when they are in the same key.
But we get along
Me, singing to the beat of my own drum.
You, whistling “Dixie.”
And its not that you are not satisfying.
Its just that I know I’ll still be hungry.
You are interesting, flavorful, and I crave you
like a drug
but I do not need you, like sustenance.
Tonight we’ll eat, we’ll laugh
I’ll be charming and you’ll pick up the check.
You’ll take me home
But I know I’ll wake up in my own bed in the morning
Hungry, waiting,
and my hair will be a mess.
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