i’ve spent the last ten days or so
angry with men who are not me
and stuffing myself full of a tasteless meal
of righteous indignation.
and i decided i need a break
and to write something with indented lines
so darling, my sweet young woman who chooses to be mine
and accepts my humble sometimes mumbled request to be hers
hello, i love you, when you watch me over your shoulder,
my tilted turning world is yours
as are these indented lines.