Lovely Stranger

I am staring across the lounge.

I can’t help it.

You are a lovely stranger and all I want to do is

Pluck on the golden hum that hangs between us.

You don’t acknowledge me.

I would love to get to know you.

What do you like to eat?

What do you do for fun?

Do you like music?

Do you like little Korean men?

Before I muster enough courage to say anything

You gather your things

and leave.

 

Then I think to myself,

“Who are you kidding, you douchebag? You wouldn’t

have had the balls to talk to her anyway.”

 

I sigh, throwing withering curses

at my right hand

under my breath.