Scavenger
We were loosely holding hands around the fire pit when you told me, “If you were a bird you’d be a flamingo” To which I took great offense, insisting I would be a bird of prey - powerful & graceful. You simply laughed, put out your cigarette in the way that you do and stood to go inside. When it came to loving you, I was a raven. Collecting tokens of affection to lay at your threshold. Small items or objects that encompass my love for you, The thought of you as I wandered through neighborhoods and cities and forestry. A scavenger. Waiting, watching from branches swooped low. Fluttering with anticipation as your fingers would sweep across the treasures. And it is likely we were lost in translation, I could only blink blankly When you told me I didn’t listen to you Resist the urge to shift foot from foot, Point to each item and tell you: “This is every note between the two of us, every penny I pocketed, ticket stubs, Polaroids, wine corks, flower petals.” “White nail...