interview

i love you, jonathan 

even though my father warned to never trust a man 

with two first names.

i wonder if you add an "h" to your nickname when you introduce yourself,

shaking hands comfortably.

your neckline is more u than v-shaped and i see its curve gently draping your shoulders

thin and solid, reminding me of a friend's fingers;

nimble and capable.

you'll probably leave here today and head back to illinois

greeting your history department wife

or your graphic designer boyfriend

for a thick paper cup of caramel coffee,

smiling like a wildfire.

in new york though

i'm stirring a pot of sauce.

you'll roll up your sleeves to wash the strainer while we discuss the plight of tom and betty 

and how we'll never have to suffer like them.

at least we hope for that much.

later, we'll wrap scarves around our u-shaped necks and walk down our cramped block

marveling at the mulberry colored steps

and how we never have a planned destination.