Cal Anderson

an irrational ratio each hour spent at the park parked outside the bookstore that we never entered, spend an hour on the phone, conveying a secondhand kind of love to my friend who hasn't heard this smile in my voice, it's been so long no body should ever be that warm i might burn from the flutter of my legs doing a silly dance, the audience gone the performance is over but you are still here making a fool out of my unavailability and i bow into a hug that doesn't quite fit yet fingers creep in the grass, faster than the recognition of comfort and seeing myself in your eyes, a little too close a little too familiar i'm so used to you, it's been so long since going with my gut meant giving up something that could be wonderful