Two too many

I was hungover that day
we met for drinks. Maybe
you knew. I had already thrown
up twice before we met. Friends
told me to call it off, but no way.
A girl I like said ‘yes’ to a date,
no way.

There was effortlessness all about
you; you took no effort in meeting me;
you had no need of effort.

***

What a rust color on that
building side. You can talk
to birds through a whistle
though neither knows what
it means, the whistle. This
means I love you. This means
you hug very well.

***

This means I miss the way
you made my clothing smell;
it was your scent. That linger.

***

Wind that up and listen to the wind blow.

How it whines, it reminds me of me,
only the wind doesn’t need pity

parties, doesn’t like them. But I love
them, that’s my problem.

I wish I were more like the wind.

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