I am wearing
my best calf impression:
doe-eyed and anxious.
blue tights, black heeled boots that
scuff the floor as I
wander as I daydream in public;
rub a soft elbow,
sip a virgin seltzer tonic with
cherries and some other
stay as close to God as possible
watch you with marrow armor and
i’m a blue-black swirl of approachable
twirl somewhere nearby and deign to give you
open eyes for at least
twenty seconds at a time.
you crack a joke and
my laugh is deep,
brays right through you
like a swaying knife.