You want to know what I think?
I think
you and me would be perfect together.
Hold my hand please,
don’t be shy--
You, me, perfect.
Except this perfect picture is ruined
by the thick, black marker scrawl
that is her.
Or are you
and her
picture perfect?
Am I the scrawl?
I know I play
some part.
I am in your picture, right?
