Dearest

badly painted fingernails
accompanied by hair
newly washed
yet tattered by indecision
pressing the matter into
late night phone calls
[why does saying hello come
with so much pressure]
        he was a boy that soaked
        up the rays of a foreign
        state sun, yet stayed so
        pale.
he didnt believe in beauty
or spelling correctly
just driving too fast
for suburban streets.
so tell me stranger
about the impracticality
of knowing your name
[you say you have a secret
so c'mon and leak it on to
my late night covers.]
i wont make rash decisions or
say all my words with the proper
accent. [harsh vowels broken by
              by five years of hospitality.]
you say you have a secret
but i have all these strange
interpretations making my
muscles feel weak [for you.]