lovey, and other imaginings

your love

could be our love

if only you stopped

starting with y

*

i looked out

at the crowd

for i was lonely

and hoping that

they’d try to speak to

me but then

i remembered that

they were probably as lonely

as i and still,

they could never fully know

the depths of my loneliness

for i seldom did or dove

and

they moved on swimmingly

united but untied

*

a printing press

leaves letters i

could’ve collided

but instead chose

these

spaced by my

hands and breath

like a theatre production

in the winter where

the audience waits for

the stage for they paid good money

and have great seats

and it’s been thirty minutes

where are the performers

where did they go

what is coming next

besides night and cold

and life leaking like

ink on my fingers

for i have done a bad job

with the letters i have

and the roles i gave them

i am an actor

pretending

always