Sometimes it’s not that/
you forget who you are, but/
where you are and why.

When she didnt ask/
me home post dance, I learned she/
was shaken, not stirred.

Thanks for God’s message/
’bout being creepy. Trust me,/
I didn’t realize.

Waiting for texts that/
don’t come is like thumb sucking:/
There’s no nourishment.

Too energetic./
Too excited. Too out there./
Too happy. Too much.

As the morning breaks/
I wonder: How often must/
I hear: “Find yourself”?

Why do we often/
say we’re ‘not loveable’? To/
God, we always are.

In reverent church,/
why do parents give children/
toys that make loud noise?

Is silence caused by/
lack of desire’s fire? Or just/
bad technology?

OR
Is her silence caused/
by reticence? Or just by/
bad technology?

Follow up 9:09 Sept. 7th
Of course, when someone/
“unfriends” you from their Facebook,/
the meaning’s real clear!

An old guy like me/
gets to dance such fantasies/
so rarely. Thank you