| pink flamingo here i am feeling foolish wanting waiting reassurance to myself falling short of audibility i lean over the man in the chartreuse wool blazer knowing you have better taste he's here he's here i continue looking in the long mirror for your cool reflection i watch as your silence takes root in the seat i saved for you confidence radiating i become you commonplace untouchable by obscurities my bones are so dry they hurt cracked and creased in moments of submission |