a dog with a bird at your door. breaking all the bones in my hand for a moment with you. doing lines of my latest fixation. waiting by the phone for a call from obsession. I could be your best kept secret and your favorite regret. shoot us both in the foot just to say that we’re matching. diametrically opposed to everything you say just to get a better view of you. I know I’m just a weekend muse and your 9 to 5 stifles creativity. sat at the bottom of this page in your life, another footnote to skim over, forever tacked on to the margin. 2nd place is the first loser but I don’t think I have even that. always cheering for the underdog and placing my bets on the long shots. because the day that I’m right, it will have all been worth it.