Wednesday, March 19, 2025

ode to the French boy to whom I did not speak

oh French boy

you are so beautiful

I truly thought I might die

"He is so cute I could literally die"

I type in my notes app

(and for all intents and purposes,

for all intensive purposes: I

mean it. I do not exaggerate).

Thrown to me, a pure product of

happenstance, and I so in love with you

a month ago on the metro, eyes roving

your sweatshirt and your knit cap, 

drinking you in, you were so beautiful to me even then

served up to me again today by so many overlapping moments of chance

and then you order the same sandwich as me

and I can not believe my luck

an opening, to say something, anything

it's good no? but I shy away, I always shy away

(oh god you are so beautiful, too beautiful, and nervous

when you sense me in my noticing, I can tell)

but you see me register that you have repeated my order

and you smile and inside, everything I have ever known

sets on fire.


Perhaps that is enough.

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