in another life,
I would love you
and your slightly crooked teeth
and your beautiful brown skin
and especially your Seinfeld references
and the cadence of your voice.
but in this life,
we are destined for only
a conversation
in a craft beer bar
somewhere in West Palm Beach
after I give a speech on creativity
and my pseudo friends embarrass me.
we you show me your sweat bee tattoo
on your collarbone,
I melt and pay my tab and leave,
because my heart knows
I can't fall in love with you.