heartbtea
indian summer’s blaze of glory
melting melting melting its denizens
everyone sports the same glossy sheen in this heat
sweating out the neuroses maybe
not so much speaking as spooning steaming alphabet soup
sort through the letters, see what you find
a thought appears in a puddle,
nonsensical
we collapse into giggle fits anyway
people fall in love, they do
- she tells you, not quite looking at you
- it happens all the time
- she smiles
- often, even
- she looks down, messes with her ring
- so often you don’t notice it
- it’s not her ring finger
- all around you
- she’s still not looking at you
- the people falling in love
- and then she is looking at you
- with you, with you