1909

THANK YOU

In the middle of an index card
Or rather centered on each of five
I write a feeling: lonely, warm,
Cynical, serious, in love.

As if cramming for a pop quiz
I stare a hole into every word,
Break my sentences to be breathy.
Each word stares back. For a moment,

I don't know what to say. Then,
Recalling Lorenzo Lamas in Grease,
I mouth the word hello.
Back at you says I love you.