VI
DESIRE, IN IRREGULAR COUPLETS 

I arrive, not at the thought of you
but at the thought of you thinking of me,
 
typing my name into an email:
Yo Autumn-- 
 
far too familiar
for our academic circumstance. 
 
You imagine us 
exchanging knowing glances 
 
as we pass on campus.
You imagine an “us”
 
and I choke,
my want like a bone 
 
in the throat.
I am overcome.