all my talk

all my talk about la querida syndrome and feeling less than

and all I wanted to do today was call Cliffy

I think about her, have to acknowledge that, and as I sat at the movies and mcdonald's and ruta maya with Little Lion and her best friend, I wrote these small poems to her, like this one fragment:

forget what I said
forgive that moment of strength
when I said you weren't enough

instead give me the nod you do
when you want me to follow you to bed

that nod and I'd already be waiting