I put myself in the category “undateable,”
Extraterrestrial next to your tank-top bicep
1/4in-to-fade cut –
You haven’t read a book
since high school, spark notes sloppily
hit with a yellow highlighter,
and I’ve felt worlds shift
inside these ribs,
loved and grieved through stories.
Wept for figments
written with souls deeper than
the pockets you’re proud of,
chapters who were better lovers
than your lifeless eyes
unmoved when I told you about
or Gatsby’s hope.
I’ll keep my heart in these pages,
a warmer hearth than cold minds and eyes.
Alex Bragg, 2018