this is a part of a series of poems about boys i've had crushes on.


i would have told you my name (had you asked)
but you never did, and i stared, eyes fixed to
your (pretty pink) mouth, pulled and pursed
and words, words tumbling out like coins,
into my outstretched palms, and i, gathering
them in my hands like currency, holding them
to my chest like a promise kept;
and you never asked my name but randy
somehow you knew it, and somehow
you already knew. and maybe,
maybe it was meant to be.
(we'll never know because i never
i never told you and randy you
never asked.)