I say something like
I want to know everything about you
and that's not me lying, just my genuine
curiosity out there in the open so when
people ask about you, your favorite
flavor of ice cream will fall right off
my tongue, a thousand little facts
about your truck or your garage
or things I picked up just listening to
the sound of your voice
I like to know people the way I know myself
but maybe i've been careless, maybe i've taken
hearts and made them cranes, taken their soft
rippled surfaces and flattened the corners,
maybe i've been too negligent in the art
of loving, in making sure i've not made
a home where there ought not to be
because i'm good at finding a place
to nest, in the rafters of their chests
and most don't mind birds but
girls aren't birds
girl's aren't birds
and don't have the right
to come in and say they have
all the answers
so i'm out on a county road and I'm saying something like
i'm sorry, please don't leave
I'm sorry, please don't leave.
(c) Brooke Otto 2016
cowboys and mostly indians