Poem: Round the Corner

Round the Corner

I never really had a crush on her. I always
wanted to

so pretty and friendly the smile quieting round
the corner the testing casual mention
of Christ one insincere
laugh

and I short in dress shoes talk too fast look
too hard and what exactly do I do and
what’s this
once heard

Those lips though
whispers bare

If we married we’d divorce
there’d be a few good years

wouldn’t there