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Listen: My Funny Valentine
Chet Baker

the indefinable words that make their marks on my skin

I cannot decipher the language but I have a feeling that they are important

just when I think I got it

It’s gone again.

everything that I imagined is nowhere to be found

I inch my way through crowds with a lovely tune playing from the speakers

I bathe my face in the intensely bright light that shines from each side of the bar

I hold myself up with the curving stone walls leading deeper and deeper into anonymous ruins.

I search these faces that pass me

I need some answers and I feel that they have them

I crave definition and I think the random eyes that crawl up and down

my outfit

shoes

hair

my skirt,

know more than I do.

I just want someone to know these things as I do

someone who’ll come to me with answers

or

an acceptable facsimile of

I think what I want is someone to take my frail hand in theirs

hold it tight and gentle

bring me close and just know

and I will know

and they won’t tell me that they do

but I will hear it