With Indifference to Everyone But Me

October 4, 2013

I want a girl who gets pissed off.

I want a girl who swears,
But swears never to do so in front of my mom.
I want a girl that knows what she wants.
Who can look me in the eye and say,
“No, you’re wrong.”

I want a girl that knows when to lie,
How to lie,
And never has to lie to me.

I want a girl that scares me,
Bears me,
and wears me out.

I want a girl who’s clean.
I want a girl dirtier than me,
Privately obscene.

I want a girl who knows who Charlemagne was
and doesn’t need a dictionary to spell.

I want a girl that doesn’t depend on me
To depend on her.

I want a girl who doesn’t believe in me.
Isn’t obsessed with me
and doesn’t need me around.

But she wants me around.

She doesn’t watch TV
but doesn’t complain about people who do.
She reads. Doesn’t care if you don’t.

I want a girl who eats when she’s hungry
and feeds me sometimes, too.

I want a girl who knows she’s a woman
and knows who that woman is.
She is confident, not arrogant.
Careful, not afraid.
Efficient, not fast.
Beautiful, not hot.
(She would also accept:
Gorgeous.
Magnificent,
Classy,
Alluring,
Elegant, or
Lovely.)

I want a girl who knows her value
and won’t sell herself short
but she isn’t rude about it.
Knows her place
But knows she doesn’t have to stay there.

I want a girl who thinks outside the box.
Namely: by not using phrases like, “Think outside the box.”

I want a clever girl.
And she gets the reference.
She cherishes irreverence.
And she goes about her day
with indifference
to everyone but me.

I want a girl who gets caught in daydreams.
She talks to herself sometimes
because she has an imagination
and isn’t ashamed of it.
She has a conscience
but isn’t afraid of it.

She’d be at home on a greyhound bus
or living out of a suitcase.

I want a girl that doesn’t believe in romance
but enjoys the gimmick.

I want a girl that can defrag a hard drive
I want a girl that can keep her plants alive.

Maybe one that’s sexy in scrubs
Gentle and tough.

I don’t want her to change for me,
Because she’s already honest and upfront.
She doesn’t take my shit.
But she doesn’t mind
putting up with it.


Another Thursday Down (Twenty-nine)

October 4, 2013

Just another day 
I didn’t celebrate.
Waking up before dawn
and back to bed before ten,
I am up before dawn
again.

Another year older, they’ll say
and I’ve said it too,
But every day is an anniversary
of a day you’ll never get back.
For better, or worse.

This is just the passing
Of another pile of mediocre beginnings
and stale half-endings.

The half-hearted hello’s — 
The digitally-reminded ones.
And the silent goodbyes — 
The never-followed-through-with ones.

This is just my body taking a step
further down the road of deterioration.
This is just my number going up.

This is a day I pretend everyone cares about
except me.
But really,
This is a day no one cares about
But me.