i go to see my shrink about them
on desperate nights sometimes i'm liking every picture on their linkedin albums
just in case they're single
i'm just counting fingers at the drinking fountain
i feel like i'm drowning when i introduce myself to crowds: like hi
i dig your sense of style
i saw your face across the room and grinned a while
are you into smiles? i pinned a pile of polaroids up on my wall
a ring or child or wedding hall or aisle
you'd wouldn't see in them
i must profess i self-profess myself a cinephile
i've got every single indie title soundtrack out on indie vinyl
just tell me where to send the files
if you think this is dragging on
then you should read my tinder bio
i used to go to central park in cargo pants and whittle bark off little trees
like leonardo to my heart's content
with car keys from my 97' civic on a bench
i'd grab my metro card and clutch a cup of chocolate from a vendor cart
and then depart deep underground and check the clock and metro chart
and that is where i met her
my self-regard leapt twenty notches when she looked at me
i told her i wished i could etch the world out with my pencil marks
she held the charcoal out
our fingers touched and crept apart
and when she smiled a hundred volts
her pearly whites were thunderbolts
the room around us did a couple somersaults
the earth had shifted off it's poles
another jolt went through me when she twirled her necklace
i swear the third rail was getting jealous
she curved a crater on the paper with the conte crayon
every stroke she lay spoke to my spirit like she called a seance
her fingertips could conjure chaos
every splash of color camouflaged
i swear that she had lingerie on
i felt the rumble of the subway tunnel crumble up
she perforated scraps of sketches
gave em' to me crumpled up
and bundled up and waved to me and walked toward the edge
i mustered up the strength to wave back and then dipped off of the bench
the train tiptoed to the ledge
it's open doors demanded entry
she got in and whispered to me from inside that it was empty