With Wallace, the minutes passed by
like a moving sidewalk at the airport.
Nobody noticed where I was, or wasn’t
which is common as I blend in somehow
despite my loudness and my curiosity.
I learned how another man speaks
to his other woman – concise and clear,
whereas with me, it’s a meandering tangle.
I am wildly uncertain if I will ever be
untangled, or if we will speak to each other
in ways meant to transcend all form.
But for a bit of an afternoon, we fit.