I want a man
who chooses to
hold conversation
using only the power
of his eyes

& I want to call it
mine

I want a man
who picks wildflowers
to stick them
within the ribbon on
my long-brimmed
black hat

& I want him as my
habitat

I want a man
who creeps up to
kiss my neck as I wash
dishes, singing of
magic

& I want to bathe in
the static

but

I want a man
who doesn't stare into
my fierce gaze to tell
me he doesn't want
to leave
this ******* bar,
but he does anyway

& I want to break his
casual sway

I want a man
who doesn't twist my
heart to turn my
head around
when I know **** well
he's already gone

& I want jukebox bitter
songs

I want a man
who doesn't remind me
that hope is a
dangerous thing to
have

& I want what I can
never


I came long enough
to see the
truth

I left soon enough
to know it isn't
you.