anticip-

the clouds say you're coming

but the wind changed direction and that indicates an unknown variable

four out of nine leaves on my tree are leaning towards the door - perhaps they know something i don't

three boxes of animal crackers say i was expecting you
the wrinkles in my sheets feign indifference - "we don't care, either way"

the forty-five thousand thoughts that crossed my mind on the elevator
between the second and third floors suggest
that i care about you, and whether or not you
show up

the nonchalant fork left dirty in the sink is my method of
convincing myself that it doesn't matter, and
the breeze through the window reminds me that i have
no say, no right, no part,

and yet
and yet
and yet the pace of my breath, the flush in my face, the jam in my throat, the thrill in my hands betray my logic

and i am overjoyed at the prospect of you
for a few minutes, just you --
overjoyed at the prospect alone