I am easily moved
A touch of your finger
The wind from a word
Any word from your lips
A flutter of your eyelids
A kiss
A slap from either of your hands
Or a kick in the shins
When you’re wearing your heels
When I know that it’s coming
Because I know how it feels
I am easily moved

There’s no chance of you walking through my door, 
so there’s no need to take your picture
off of my refrigerator.

There’s no chance of our lips ever meeting, 
so there’s no good reason 
for me to stop eating
herring. 

I love you so, 
which I see would be inconvenient,
but as you don’t know, 
and hopefully won’t,
if I can keep my secret, 
you’ll get off easy. 
 

She didn’t say it loudly
or proudly, 
but rather, 
as a matter of fact-ly.
She said, “Relax.
It’s all just part of the act.”
She cracked a smile
and she grabbed my ass. 
I flashed a badge
and told her I was the dog catcher. 
She didn’t laugh, exactly.
It was more like a cross
between a gargle and a cackle,
which was close enough
to the desired result
that I didn’t feel too uncomfortable
about our mutual crassness. 

I stand at the counter
And stare at the menu.
I memorized it a long time ago.
It gives me information,
Not inspiration.
It tells me what I could eat,
Not what I should eat.
“What’s good today, Charlie?”
I ask Marty.
“The soup across the street.
Bring me back a bowl.
Don’t tell him it’s for me.
And don’t forget the crackers.”
“How could I?
They’ve struggled so hard for so long.”
 
 

"Two Kings" is a self publication of 
Bill's poetry and is available for
purchase online.  This collection is
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