maybe she has some sap story.
something small to make him
melt and see how tortured her
sickly sweet soul can be,
and he can bear his
plastic lego coat of arms
and protect her.
maybe she is a genius
who wowed him in
with blue ribbons and spelling bee trophies,
who shyly hides in library nooks and coffee shops
and can help him finish his sunday crossword.
maybe she was the prom queen,
always coming with a girlie giggle,
knows how to dress and teases
him with a twirl of her hair,
she would know how to sexy wink.
maybe she just fits better in his big arms
at night where i always felt tiny and unprepared,
not knowing what to say,
maybe she knows what to do next,
and how to take his hand
and lead him somewhere I could not,
maybe.
