"When I look up, I just trip over things." Ani DiFranco
I berated myself for opting to
flirt when I meant to act.
I tried to banish your smile from my eyes
with nine blocks downtown,
the scent of Pensacola jasmine
permeating me as I walked
until I was less a feral cat,
more a nearly contented gardener;
every sidewalk and balcony and
patio chair was
until I was whistling your name
over dinner and a beer,
and singing to myself on the drive home.
- Kristyn Sherman
Author's Footnote: Cause that's what I needed, was to have another goddamn crush.
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