We were in Montreal
But this time you were there
And my friends
You said you liked my skirt
We got up from dinner
Everyone walked around
I walked close to you
You were taller than me, like in real life, too
You rubbed my back and my waist
Kept me close to you
It wasn’t weird
I liked it
A lot
More than anyone should
Looking up at you
Having you there
Like that
Intimately
Not awkwardly
Not weirdly
Like perfect
Forever
And when I woke up
I thought maybe
This could be
Something
The thing is,
I can't get over it.
It sticks in my memory
unforgettable
and I want it
but I know it was just
subconscious dreamland.
It was old
I dreamt
it was next year
everyone I loved was there
tall chairs
light work
not reality
everyone
perfect
I woke up and I felt his love
butterfly wings against my cheek
My dread of math -
infinite.
Why must it be so complicated?
Math reasoning may be the authority on your scoring sheets
but it's not the boss of me.
Because there is no math reasoning.
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