Emily/Emily

Emily,

You dance barefoot and

You like the way the cold floor feels

Before you leap away from it.

I read your blog and feel like a stranger

Hovering here, in the calm of

A quiet room, a cluttered cubicle, a

warm cafe.

 

There's something electric about you,

And something dark about you,

That I think I could really

get to

love.

 

I think it's silly that I would write about

Someone I've never met.

I secretly think it's a little pathetic,

But that's just me.

In my defense, however:

Once, I saw a picture of you,

And goddamn!

You're hot!

Emily/Emily

Emily,

You are the other Emily.

I met you once at a cafe,

Where we discussed possibly

Collaborating on writing something

together.

 

You have a sense of humor that's

Smarter than mine, but at the same time,

A little more crass.

You deleted your website after deciding

That life was meant to be lived,

Not written about.

I've seen pictures of you on Facebook.

You have one of the prettiest smiles

I have ever

seen.

 

I can't tell you that because that would be

Just a little bit creepy.

Well, maybe a lot creepy.