One day soon
I will  voyeuristically
jot down one of our conversations in my
notebook, even if it is only
a droll one, I want a real one.

I can’t make up conversations
when I write
getting that balance between
intelligence and good ole fashion
human mistakes and awkwardness in there
is something I can’t do.

And this poem kind of *****
so I’ll just write a poem about
the conversation I will write down
tomorrow.