Monday, May 12, 2008

Chris

I want your number, but I’m going to forget
To ask you.
I’ve looked at you, spoke to you for---
10 minutes, until my neck hurt and I had to stand.
I laughed several times, maybe six
And my eyes are tired.
Here I am now, but I’ll be there later.
Are you high?
No, a little, I’m just a little drunk.
When I suggest we go have coffee I
Want you to nod and smile
When I walk about politics I
Want you to be thoroughly engrossed
When I walk away I
Want you to watch in wonder.
I forgot to ask you, didn’t I?

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