tell your life story;
I could take or leave
convincing you of things
or clearing up residual
hurt or confusion.
My aim is to take
just one minute
of your day
and make it
a little bit sweeter
to have wasted:
that peck
on the cheek, say,
or that drag off his cigarette—
the pensive tone of the patio music,
or the best word for that purplest
last bit of sunset.
Let cohesion
and closure sell you
long-term relationships;
the succor
of hiatus
is the only kind I solicit.