Oh my poet-y friend… how I have missed thee.
I have missed myself defacing your books with
Purple ink notes like, “Love it!” and “Scary.”
Remember that time I humiliated myself on a
Plane pompously overblowing poetry to a
Stranger who turned out to be a PhD in poetry
My nose in your book
My ass on my shoulders
Me talking out of it
But then you were there for me
For that—for my ass face too
And my starry eyes for you.