Fluorescence

Spring 2009

You have all these
Sticky notes
Waiting to be filled in
I linger at your desk
And wonder what to say
In backgrounds of
Hot pink and
Fluorescent orange
And baby blue
I wonder what to say
That I already haven’t
You’re always the first to know
When my colors change
Or I’m listening to sad music
Missing my mountain view of the hills
Blank pages make me think of you
And markers call out your name
But I find it so tedious
To compact my feeling for you
On a tiny neon yellow page
While you wash your hands in the bathroom
Check your hair
And slowly turn the handle
Back to my eyes
Back to the music
And I’m sitting there
Playing with one of your pens