curly hair and high waisted levis;
dear pull ups and pants falling down;
dear dark face mask and mumbled threats;
dear implicit bias
who I bump elbows with
on the morning commute.
any number of herschels and horn-rims;
dear uncleared browser history from last night;
dear good jeans and better shoes;
dear dunkin donuts large, lots of cream and sugar;
dear second bottle of white wine;
dear legs frantically crossed and uncrossed
dear sightless eyes that I see all across town.
I wanted to write you, despite not knowing
quite what to say.