Annabelle
I thought he wanted
the same things I want.
I thought we were two minds
thinking one thing:
How the world has got
to change. But it turns out
His mind is fixated on
how the world was made.
The workshop on logos
and how they invade our space
Didn’t turn him on
like I thought it would.
He’d rather study outer space
and the symbols in the sky.
And the workshop on stars
and how they sell brands
Didn’t mean as much to him as
real stars and how they burn.
When we said goodbye, I wondered
if everything between us
Was an illusion, if when Christopher
handed out flyers
He was just going
through the motions
Like someone in a sandwich board
selling hotdogs or pop or fries.
For the first time,
I didn’t want to kiss him.
And when he called me later
I just let it ring.