your dad

Your dad was
at the party.

He,
was and is
a good guy.

His life has
been and
is good.

He tells me
he has been having the
time of his life, more now
than ever.

he mentions you
while we talk and i see a look
in his eyes.

I know what he
thinking.

He's thinking:

"Don't even think
about
trying with daughter.

Just don't. She's happy"

and
in my head
i truly believe
that
something just feels
right between
you and me,
ever since we were
kids.

Your dad and
I
both
have ideas
about whats
good for you.

granted he's know you longer.

he's a good guy, but
so am i.

08'

just sitting there

"and we listen to the sea
and look at the sky in a poetic kind of way
what you call it when you look at the sky in a poetic kind of way
you know when you grope for luna"
-f.b



I didn't
say
anything
I
just sat there.

But I felt
closer
to you than
I have
with anyone
in awhile.

I didn't say
anything.
you didn't say
anything.

it was ideal,
the moment where I can
feel at ease not to speak.
and not need someone to say anything
in return.

i felt connected to you.
almost
spiritually.

I thought
if
I have written
about
whales,
boxers, madmen
and oil changes.

I should mention
it.

I intended to
say something
sweet.
or kind.

but your
not a character
in that
kind of story.

I thought it
deserved a poem.

and this was
it.


08'

note to self.

I don't
show up in any of your
poems.

(though i never read any, or even sure you've ever written one)
(but I'm sorta sure.)

women only mention
me for
two reasons.

i wanna
know which way it goes...

I need to try harder,
to
do something amazingly...
spectacular and stupid.

i'ma pencil it in...
note to self.


08'