Don't be one of those men, darling.
Don't be one of those who thinks that a woman is just an equation
scribbled in chalk across a dusty blackboard.
Don't set yourself to turning your tongue into a key
that will unlock every feminine heart--
that is the stuff of teenage boys' daydreams.
come say goodbye to me.
Stop trying to stifle my nature.
You may have paved the lawn but I am unlikely
to lie down, acquiescent, to be buried like that.
Soon, my girlfriend will be here,
with that empty passenger seat
just begging for my happy behind.
It could never have worked, you and me,
because you are all head and no heart,
trying to talk intangibles into formulae.
Still, perhaps this is my fault,
for having separated you from yourself somehow;
Leaning on the counter, near the beveled kitchen window,
I had time to learn where every edge was,
and its purpose.
See, I am pretty smart, after all.
What do you say to that?