i am my own girlfriend

i really want the girlfriend

i don’t have

my life is my girlfriend

my guitar is my girlfriend

i am my girlfriend

my own girlfriend

kissing myself in the rain

i've waited for you 

for twenty years

why didn’t you write me??

i did, i do 

i wrote you 

poems

i wrote you 

waking up 

to look at the tree 

outside your window

you climb it with your eyes

feel long legs as they stretch

your back bends to show small, soft breasts

early and ripe

ready to eat

belly button ring 

glows as the sun rises

as the wind picks up behind the trees

i wrote you 

coming home

to your empty room

waiting for me

to enter it

rub its eyes awake

light the candles

one and two 

i wrote you

while my favorite song played

over and over and over I said your name

your imaginary name

i called you

jo joey josephine

won’t you come home?

im writing you this

poem

this song