At least Yankee Stadium has better beer than the Mets - Sept 2004

IM

monday at work,
stuck in a mental fog, a foggy haze, a mental haze, a funk,
staring at the computer screen all day,
heart beating in my throat, irregular and strong...why won't it stop beating,
pulse strangely slow, yet racing

why is it that all i can think about is him,
and now I realize why my heart was racing

he's no fool, to know, that the crush is mutual,
thus crushes reciprocate, over IM no less, so high school!
we flirt more openly - divulging secrets of childhood, family

the subtleties and flirtatiousness over IM is maddening,
I relish the daily IMs, and he the goodbye IMs,
the thrill of being on a conference call, when I know he's on,
he's excited that he doesn't recognize my voice, but rather, only the IM voice

phone call out of the blue, I am unprepared to cross the line,
i sound halting, non-chalant, aloof - why do I always do that,
my heart is ill at ease from that ending,
couldn't help myself but to IM him, but am glad I did,
engrossed in this new discovery,
anxious and yet excited for the day,
it transcends the ether

Sat. afternoon parties at PS1 - Sept. 2004