Requins

I "love" you¿

Here I lay at 11:00 p.m.

on a Sunday.

Thinking of you,

and how little you are in the grand scheme of things, yet how gigantic and relevant you are in my head.

I love you slightly

//kind of.//

In a way that's hard to think about

let alone to describe in meaningless poetry.

I saw you jump into a pool

with nothing on by tight swim trunks

smiling, laughing, and occasionally,

glancing at me and my friends.

//I clung to him to see if you'd care//

you said "C'mon it's not that cold!"

as my wet strands of hair covered

my weak smile.

//did you care what was underneath my towel?//

you took her to the dance

you favor her.

//it's not that cold!//

but yes, it is. because your arms aren't wrapped around me.