just mercedes
06-17-2009, 09:06 PM
I wrote this as an update of Catullus' poem #55
I look for you each day
when I log on
have followed comments
with your bite
back to author pages of teenagers
in Iceland – once, a doctor
in Arizona, but he knew no Italian
the emo goth erotic
chat room spider web
shows no recent trace of you
I would know your words anywhere
by my body’s response
even your poems have been deleted
though I saved some
I feel like Miss Haversham
when I retrieve, and read
chance combinations of letters
make my pulse race
like a profile, glimpsed on a city street
and panting, I pursue —
it’s never you
I guess I only want to know
that you’re OK
that our love play was practice for you
and something good for someone
has come about, somehow
anyway
I look for you each day
when I log on
have followed comments
with your bite
back to author pages of teenagers
in Iceland – once, a doctor
in Arizona, but he knew no Italian
the emo goth erotic
chat room spider web
shows no recent trace of you
I would know your words anywhere
by my body’s response
even your poems have been deleted
though I saved some
I feel like Miss Haversham
when I retrieve, and read
chance combinations of letters
make my pulse race
like a profile, glimpsed on a city street
and panting, I pursue —
it’s never you
I guess I only want to know
that you’re OK
that our love play was practice for you
and something good for someone
has come about, somehow
anyway