with the middle name of Marcel,"
the reticent blogger said to me via textmessage.
we met via Instagram
and we fell love for literally one minute.
while I am just editing poetry
and being lame,
while she was working out.
as a fresh San Francisco resident
high on bespoke whiskey cocktails
and #goldengatebridge views of wisdom,
she shut me down before I even
had a chance to tell her about
going back to LA and then heading north
with my friend Chris for a baseball game.
July just started and it already seems long as hell,
so what do I do about the long beard
scratching my chest when I sleep,
and tickling her the one time I went down?
gimme a good bullet ride to the other side,
as well as a real distraction from everything that has happened,
like a sock puppet left to his or her own device,
growing board of delight and not giving enough fucks
even for popcorn or pop crimes of the heart,
which may need jumper cables to start.