you read this shit,
when Louisville pops up
in the analytics.
If you read this one,
just pick up the phone
and call me,
but let's only laugh.
Sometimes I call you
when I am feeling confident and funny;
I called today when I was feeling
both in Park Slope.
This will be the poem
you somehow miss,
and you probably won't call,
which is probably for the best.
But please know
not a day goes by
that I don't consider
my love of your laughter.
You should write a poem
in response
and post it somewhere
I can find it.
Let's go back and forth that way,
just two people talking in poetics
but without the burden of being real
or the fear of...
I will leave this poem
at the top of this blog
for the weekend
in hopes you see it.