To Another Narcissist
I cannot believe that there’s
not another world where we
will sit and read poems to each other,
ignoring each others’ words and only
focusing on the reflection that never
satisfies. On my desktop, the corner
of my screen flickers green with your message
and I catch a spot I nicked when shaving this morning
while I minimize everything before taking lunch.
We have fought in the same wars, infantry
that have been busted back to Basic Training –
a little wiser and a little sadder — yet, I wonder
if this friendship will sustain, or if it will be forgotten
like the single orchid I purchased for you as an olive branch,
or if we’ll both lose our toeholds one day
and finally fall in and drown.
Dropped Calls 