empty seat

the biggest overblown
point
is that out of deep blue sweaters and
rosy cheeks,
nine out of ten agreed. yourself
included.
and would i be playing up old fears
if i mentioned that i can hear wolves howl
and romantics dream
when you bring up the fact that
some people like some people better than me?
i'm glad someone understands,
because nine out of ten grains of sand
fall into line late at night when i count them
in my mind.

you, of course, are the tenth.

that is the point
with which i have punched myself;
KO.
i feel like i'm on the floor
doing the dances of three years before.