Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Dear John Doe

I don't know you, but for the shape of your name on pieces of paper, bits and bytes. But for your face and body I see from time to time and try piecing a whole person from. Were I not fond of jigsaws, our paths would cross, touch for a while, recross with all of everything in between, and move on. But I wait as you move, eyes open wide until nothing is missed, and I am left behind. I know well this feeling after you, a kind of euphoria I usually place in a far more intimate time. I want to thank you without sounding in any way breathless, but I cannot, so more moments pass, between words not spoken and thoughts too loud to ignore. This ain't so simple as a crush, I have those once a week and enjoy them enormously, they are all discontent finding colors and shape, you are satisfaction, simple food. I am reminded of Pearl's masterful summation of the many kinds of men there are. But they are hers, mine I cannot yet define, written forays into complex emotion still unnerve me. So I will only call you a magnificent coincidence and transmute silent gratitude

1 comment:

  1. Not sure where to post this but I wanted to ask if anyone has heard of National Clicks?

    Can someone help me find it?

    Overheard some co-workers talking about it all week but didn't have time to ask so I thought I would post it here to see if someone could help me out.

    Seems to be getting alot of buzz right now.