right

someday,

i’ll just want someone to go to the movies with,

and to make fun of me for caring enough to notice

that i ended that clause with a preposition

but not enough to do anything about it,

someone who will love me for the way

i trained myself to

write my Rs in all caps, always

just to seem cool.

 

someday

probablydefinitelymaybe soon,

i’ll want to care about

what you ate for breakfast,

or bought on sale at that new place downtown,

or what reddit thread you’re currently

two hundred and eighty-three comments deep into reading (okay,

actually,

i’ve never cared about that and that’s probably not going to change).

 

but

i’m not tired yet,

of the gamble of romance; of

the seat on the train

across the aisle from poetry; of

the curious, fascinating, strange beast that is

whatever comes before love.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s