could i possibly be somewhere near you
forever and a day or more if that’s okay?
can i hide my face in your neck’s hollow
or else just stand next to you on a bus?
riding together for several happy stops,
with our shoulders barely touching at all
but somehow just there adjacent to each
other or in parallel like quiet streets
that will never intersect but nevertheless
exist simultaneously on time-worn maps
could we be denizens of that dizzy grid?
our arms linked together just so, breezy?
i’d gladly register my body as a business
if only i knew where to file this request