Directives

Directives

I'm being direct now,
call me,
write me,
or better still,
hop on the plane
and buzz my apartment
it's room 104
(remember?)
the buzzer number is
027
(remember?)
and I'll let you in,
and if not me,
buzz the neighbour,
he or she will,
even if you haven't met them
just like I haven't,
and wait by my door
in the hallway
in the alcove,
and greet the passer bys
and tell them why you've come:
to tell me everything:
that you love me,
because I'm sick of waiting.

And as a mild note, act as if
I've never wrote this, it'll be
better for me that way, and
wow, you're looking at me,
like, fuck, what strength did
he have to have to do all this,
selfish fucker, the selfish lil'
fucker that you love. Sweetie.

-Matthew Koutzun