Nadia

Together we could be terrible at physical touch

We could eat at McDonald’s every day Grow unhealthy to know we really love each other’s personalities.

I will write you poems on greasy paper Dripping with our longing for something deeper

Your best friend absence left a mark as white as a pink bikini on a hot summer day

Nadia, you could be tender, even hope But who knows, you might be a bloke?

Teach me how to stare into the abyss of dating strangers Your sexiness and my horniness melted in black on this screen.

Together we could have been almost