Power

I saw it in your legs
always almost happening
felt it in my own on the way up to see our town
saw it in the deep color of the goldfish in the pond near
the 1st grade classroom gasping for food
in the children’s teething gums
in the simple way they do things that can make you mistake
them for adults
make you act like a child
You have some powerful kind of stupid that you save for
the exact moment that I can’t stand your voice
I remember it by the way you smell
of office space on a Saturday
The bass from my computer is too much for my neighbors
but it doesn’t matter on fridays
when I want to go out dancing
but stay in to send emails to old friends–
saying useless things like “I hope you are well,”
and “hahahahahah”–
and practice thrusting in front of the mirror.