Jul/Aug 2013 Poetry |
Digital artwork by Adam Ferriss
Second Date
I didn't know how to stop
or even if I knew how
if I'd want to.
We walked back
from the coffee shop and all I wanted was
to hold your hand but I didn't
know how or if I did, how to stop
so I didn't.
With the station two blocks
away, you pinch then unpinch your fingers
in the air, saying Sometimes all life
needs is a little salt. I didn't stop you,
but if you knew how to continue, you didn't.I showed my teeth, my shyness,
said we should try that new Thai restaurant's
coconut soup sometime soon—
the air something I could almost
hold in my hands. You said
Yes, we should, and I didn't
stop you but you didn't continue.