you
are
a bowl of popcorn,
a slim volume of poems
and laughter
during a moment of silence.
you are
pink bubble gum,
a damn fool
and the only
person in the world
i care about.
you are
a clock with no hands,
a blue bedroom
and a
twenty dollar bill.
you
refuse to accept
the inevitable.
you own
way too many dresses
and you don’t
shoot pool.
you are
as uncomplaining
as the sea.
ultimately,
no one
can put you
into words…
not
even
me.