Like Poles Repel

Blue is not good enough.
The accent wall is cornflower blue, blankly gleaming.
The painting is of a woman, in blue and black and purple.
It is a modern artist's rendition of a bruise.
The rug on the floor is Oriental, maroon and three different blues
Navy/Robin/Periwinkle, intricate and expensively hideous.
The countertop is fake marble, blue and black and tan,
Attractive but mismatched.

Just because there is something in common,

Do not assume they match.

Super

I have not overcome any
Great obstacles.
I have not leaped great
Bounds over skyscrapers
Or outrun a bullet.
But just because I am normal
Just normal
Does not mean that I am


invisible.

Forte

I love you!
I love you!
I love you!

We are standing in
The kitchen
Crying and talking
In the third person
Because we are afraid.
We are afraid that
We have misread
Each other and that
A declaration of love
Will break us both.
You say it first
And when I kiss you
I taste Forever.

And Strawberries.

Astrometrics

We are a binary star system
Spinning around each other
And around us the others
Spin like tops-- brightly
Waltzing around-- but we
Are made of nothing.

And We Don't Care.

Ragdoll

We have wandered
The air-conditioned Mecca
That is the mall
Until we have seen
Every store at least twice
And still bought nothing.
You tell me to find
Your perfume
Because you are bored
And when I
Lean in
To smell
Your
Neck
You push me away
And say to loudly
"Stop fooling around!"

To Make You Ask Questions

My name is Michael.
It wasn't, but a Red Sweater
Wrapped around a girl is calling me
michaelmichaelmichael
I don't really understand yet,
But I know that
My name was Michael
And now it is again.

What I really don't understand
Is why my Red Sweater girl
Wants to be called Eric.

Red Light

"When we broke up--"
Pause.
Silence.
The first
Admission
That we
Were
And
Aren't
Anymore.

But you carry on
And finish the story
As if our eyes had not

met

Across the car

Remembering.