my ears perked up
when i heard her say
she loves a guy that writes
"this is it,"
i thought
excitedly
but before i pulled up
my poetry blog on the smartphone
i had to remind myself of subtext
those underlying tones
said without being said
what she meant was
she loves a guy who is taller
that writes
what she meant was
she loves a guy who is better looking
that writes
what she meant was
she loves a guy that writes
politically charged articles for the local weekly
humorous short stories
or fucking sonnets
she did not mean
someone who writes
self-deprecating free verse
she did not mean a guy
with no car
a bad back
a studio apartment
and a pen
she did not mean
me
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