I can’t get my inside out of you.
I’ve been upside down since I saw you.
You’re always so right side up, so
right
side
up.
Your bottom is never on top.
You never fall down, never!
Yet now I can’t stand up!
I’ve fallen for you, over you,
over and over and over,
so far gone I can’t see my way clear
back to where you stood,
straight backed, unbendingly you
on the corner of 22nd and 2nd Avenue.

It’s nobodies fault.

I shouldn’t have left- turned the corner so unsuspectingly.
Should have turned right instead.
Crossed the street.
Caught the walk sign.
Turned left at the cross walk,
then another left cross,
ducked on the other side sidewalk
snuck away undercovered by everyone else,
left you standing right there on the corner curb
wondering what that whiff of wind was
that otherwise would’ve been me colliding with you,
but wasn’t.
But really, I realize now,
that whiff wasn’t my scent.
You sent for me.
Don’t you know?

Now, what am I going to do about you
standing there?
And what are you going to do about me
sitting here?
We might have been somewhere else,
but we’re not.
We’re right here now, right?
So right or not, what are we going to do?

Ashes, ashes, please fall down!
Join me here on this lovely ground!