So I decided to start posting my poems here, because I am vainglorious. Here’s one:

Adam’s Missed Connection

You were floating around behind me,
wearing a blue dress
and drinking soda out of a paper cup.

And I think I love you.

But as per usual in crowded bars and subways and sidewalks
—when I see a devil in a blue dress—
I held my hello
‘cause the hellcat had my tongue.

So you wither-wandered away,
swaying hips and rolling on a whiff on roll-on perfume.

But if I had steeled my tin heart,
whirred up my weary heart-chords,
and wither-wandered up to you…

What would I have to show for that show of shallow showmanship?
A pillow that smells like you?

Maybe that seconds-long pinch of perfume is enough
for my fevered fantasies.