what's in a name?

My name alone is not a spectacular word. Your voice alone is not magnificent.

But you said my name, for the first time in months it seems, and the galaxies exploded for a millisecond. I felt it.

Only you saying my name would result in me foolishly wandering around the interior of empty, dimly lit campus buildings I've never been in.

Some poems, yes? Oh, I have an exciting tidbit! My English professor was really impressed with a term paper that I wrote as a poem (it was a biography, bleh, boring, right?). Well, she thinks I should get it published in some literary journals, campus wide and beyond. Some other professors are using the piece in class, too. Can you believe it? My professor even said that I should pursue a masters in creative writing and literature from Yale. Confidence boost?

Nahhhh.


I prefer you,
a gentle breeze
over a hasty gust.

I prefer you,
five o'clock shadow
over ten o'clock darkness.

I prefer you,
foggy glasses
over foggy windows.

I prefer you,
under the stars
over a parked car.

I prefer you,
love
over boredom.

I prefer you.