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Poem Collection - MythOfHappiness - 7. Cute
You’re cute
I guess
A little tasteless maybe
In your tan cargo shorts
And holey lime green t-shirt
But still cute
Something about your face
With just the hint of stubble on your chin
And a weird accent
Maybe Texas?
We stand outside the door
After work, for a little while
You light a cigarette
And offer it to me
“Nah man, not me.”
You roll your eyes
“They’ve really got you on a tight leash don’t they?”
I’d try to defend myself if it weren’t so true
“You know what? I think I will try one”
I reach over and pluck the hand rolled paper from his lips
I bring it to my own
And take a deep breath
And cough
And cough
And cough
My lungs are trying very hard
To escape my chest
And you’re just laughing
At me and all my choking,
Red-faced glory
Eventually I stop dying
Long enough to flip you the bird
And I stumble a little
When I try to take a step
And you reach out to steady me
Your hands on either side
of my still heaving chest
And I can feel you feel my ribs
And you don’t take them off me
When I stand to face you
You take a deep breath
And time stops
And all I can see is your eyes
And you pull me in close
And you whisper
“You owe me a smoke”
And then burst out laughing again
And push me away
My heart is beating like crazy
And my face is bright red
“I…”
Is all I can manage
You punch me in the arm
And maybe I imagine it
But you look a little shaken
We stand in awkward silence
You with your hands in your pockets
Me shifting from foot to foot
Neither of us really knowing what to do
Or where to go from here
“So… see you later.”
You say
“Yeah…”
I trail off
Nobody moves to leave though
Then you do
Turning away and walking slow
I watch you go
Slowly fading into the dark
Outside the streetlight
And I think of running after you,
Grabbing your arm
Spinning you around
And kissing you,
hard
And now you’re gone
And I’m too late,
You’ve already vanished
And I’m still standing here
All alone
Days pass
And I see you again at work
And you don’t mention it
So neither do I
No matter how much I want to
And that’s how it goes
The days turn to weeks
And nobody mentions anything
And nothing else happens
It was probably all in my head anyway
But I can’t stop thinking
What if?
Or worse,
What if not?
I suppose that’s all there’ll ever be
And that’s too bad
Because really,
If you ignore the horrid clothes
And constant cigarette smell
You’re kinda cute
- 11
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