So you’re doing fine.
I had my own small successes today.
I woke up dreamless if exhausted
from battling unconscious invasive thoughts
of that upturn of your lips
you call a smile.
In the shower, the moisturizing soap
you kept teasing me to use
mainly for your benefit
stayed in its holder.
The generic one my uncle bought
from Walmart worked as well.
Musk-scented, too.
I didn’t worry over whether you’ve eaten
or whether you were burdened
by your school things: a shoulder bag
and a book or two.
And did you know I walked home
for only 30 minutes?
A personal best.
I caught TV Patrol instead of gossip
on who’s seeing who or the professor
you have a dangerously psychotic crush on.
So you’re doing fine.
I had my own small successes today.
And tomorrow I am bound to improve:
I will take your pictures out of my wallet
and use them as bookmarks.
Montage Vol. 9 • February 2006
