I wish I could,
But from the last
Row of the orchestra
Called out, maybe
Number three. At least
Not the last choice
Wishing I was a melody
not barely noticed
not a soft counterpoise
against the wall.
Cannot imagine how
To Solve
love and war
How to have you
Point to me.
I can stay, thinking
And doing and hoping.
Maybe changing,
But maybe irrelevant.
The enzyme washes
Away anything of value.
Promise to promise
Me.
Look at me
Turning away from
The necessary and
Ordinary. Maybe
A new planet
Discovered by
You while
Having coffee in
Bed and me
While imagining
You there.