Anyway,
I’d be speechless if he asked.
I Must Have Moaned
Hey.
He popped above the
stairs suddenly, a
wild-eyed Jack-in-the-box,
anticipating the
pay-off crank.
Oh, it’s you.
Like he knew me,
knew I had no life,
suspected I’d come
spying, set up the game
just for me.
I waited for you.
I coughed a hello,
stamping sweaty
palm prints into not-so
wrinkle-free jeans.
Could he read minds?
I know what you’re thinking.
Smile. Nod. Say
something witty
before he finds
out what an incredible
geek you are.
That you’re too good for me.
He topped the staircase,
slinked closer, golden