To the human in the crowd
At the Grind,
On Garrison Ground
With the pixie hair ‘do
Short in the back, maybe dark red or brown?
I can’t remember your name
I didn’t properly hear you
We only briefly spoke
Just introduced ourselves
As “one of THEM” too
Though you barely made a sound
Your energy vibrated so very loud
And your face felt so soft
When I touched it so gently
As we kissed for a few minutes like no one else was around
If you live in the city
(And I hope that you do)
I wish that if you see this
You’d recognize my pineapple tattoo
And if so, please reach out to me too
—Two toned hair wearing one-legged jeans
This article appears in Jul 19-25, 2018.
