A BOOK OR A MOVIE

“the world never wrote to me”  –Emily Dickinson

Had I been asked,
I would have done so much.
Had I been asked—
But I wasn’t, and yes, yes, I knew
I wasn’t going to be asked.
I was too much in love with you.

I knew when I saw you I wanted to go with you,
So I studied you for a sign
But I didn’t want you to see me staring,
Thinking, “Oh God! I wish he were mine!”
I kept my passion masked.
I waited to be asked.

I knew, early on, how much life requires
That we stifle our desires,
That, instead, we write poetry, or reach for a gun.
Despite the fact I fell in love with you
I kept my passion masked.
I waited to be asked.

I knew you would be perfect for me.
But I didn’t talk to you. I stared at TV.
I read books on every subject, looking for a sign
From the world that one day you would be mine.
I kept my passion masked.
I waited to be asked.

Oh! It was sublime! The hours I took, the time, the time,
I printed out footprints of purple and red sublime,
I constricted my breathing in the dark,
Watching love movie after love movie for a spark.
I kept my passion masked.
I waited to be asked.

Had I been asked, I would have taken off this mask.
I would have laughed, puffed, flicked an ash
And taken you to task
For making me wait a thousand years
To the tune of my own tears,
To the tune of so many tears.
I would have laughed and said, “Is that all it was?
A million years?” How absurd it would have seemed.
And then there would have been no tears.

1 Comment

  1. The Noochie-Coochie Man said,

    July 6, 2010 at 6:23 pm

    Take a mask from off the wall,
    And put the warm one back.
    Mix it up, the spice of life
    Is right there on the rack.

    If you’re bored with being pink-skinned,
    Try a brown-skinned mask for size.
    Wear long sleeves and gloves of pigskin,
    Fool your own and others’ eyes.

    Tired of being a male Caucasian?
    Spend the day as a female asian.
    It’s all about the imagination,
    The mirror’s truth’s abomination.

    Wear a mask, be dirty harry,
    Be a Jesuit or a Bedouin.
    Life’s more fun when it can vary
    Without the need of booze or heroin.


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