I think I get it!
You deserted me at the bar
and I stood helplessly alone
while you shouted
"Did you really think you had a chance?"
as you entered the taxi.
The wrong taxi.
You had me all wrong.
Taxi.
That other girl wasn't my girlfriend.
She was a mannequin- a decoy
a secondary option, a toy.
It was YOU, the coy fish
That I yearned to swim with;
and not entirely from your stunning, stinging beauty
but from the book in your purse.
(P.S. Oprah's Book Club doesn't impress me,
but one day I'll be on it
and I'll impress you).
I think I got it!
When you told me that one day...
before you die...
you want to write a novel.
I wanted to elaborate my endeavors
(That I'm DYING to write a NOVEL)
but thought maybe one day you'd find out.
And one day you WILL find out-
when I'm on Oprah's Book Club.
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
But I think I get it!
You were meant to inspire me;
To enhance my humanity;
To expand my knowledge of brutality;
To accept the reality of banal relations.
And now I get it!
The underlying message
The reason the universe crossed our paths-
the realization that
in just one shallow hour...one cursory minute
I can fall completely
head over heels
disgustingly, lavishly,
obsessively and beautifully
in love
with a stranger.
