She thinks I am in love with you
I don’t know what she sees
Everything I do and dare
My bedhead hair
How I walk on air?
I don’t know what she hears
An old tape (in her head) stuck on play
International spies and hearsay
Listening to me sipping cabernet?
I don’ t know her sources
We do not share friends, clearly
Did you talk, Siri?
Does she read my poetry?
But, I know how she feels
I’m the best thing you ever had
I’m not crazy, I’m mad
Was I that bad?
You think she knows you are in love with me?
~Just L (May 22, 2018)
Author’s Note: An oh so familiar tape. Unfortunately.