I wanted
To make you
Grilled Cheeses;
To play Scrabble with you
On
Wednesdays;
Knowing I'll
Win--
Because you can't spell.
I wanted to have a diverse
Collection
Of
Distinct clay
Mugs in the cabinet.
Hear Portland,
Or the call of your whistle like
A storm.
And you would calm
The sea,
Even though I'm
"The Siren"--
And I don't
Deserve
For you
To keep me
Warm.
I wanted navy buttons,
And the confusion
Of whether or not
You're showing
Too much
Chest hair--
And the comfortable
Discomfort
Of knowing you are.
I forfeited
My anchor
From the very beginning;
I'm a
C A S T A w a y--
Too far.
