She likes the mismatch of her socks and we both
enjoy Space Invaders, but in different contexts.
We haven’t talked much and it’s good. I come off uncouth

sometimes, but I mean well.

***

I gotta stop falling for the pretty ones
that are just slumming with a scumbag

when they run into my arms. Some
dirt-poor passion project in my swagger

gathers initial interest,
and then a month or so later I get jettisoned

in favor of some ‘real man’ with some friends,
and a house, and a dog, and a job he tolerates.

Sometimes.

***

Do you ever think of me
lying under some shady,
green New Jersey tree?

Do you ever think of us

riding crosstown on some
overcrowded subway, or bus?

Remember how I made you laugh?
You said ‘are you always this happy?’
The daft stay in love longer than most.