Blond BMX brat
I wrote him a mystery
The first boy I went crazy for
I don’t know what for
Day after day did I watch
From my window
My letter in his hands
I wonder what I said
Perhaps it was just my gesture
Each day he pedaled faster
I heard him finally take a guess
He had hope in his voice, or disbelief
Dear Mister
My man
As I draft the morrow’s lesson plan
Will you allow me
To stand
At the sink
Wishing not to let them sink
A grapefruit breakfast in my hand
Juice and seeds dripping
Will you be thankful
To stand
At the ready
Wishing not to leave me there
A lone wolf come dinner time
Howls and echoes looming
Dear Mister
My man
As you make your lifelong plan
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