Look

Would you just

look at me.

I slept maybe

four hours last night

and yet I'm smiling,

full of energy.

No really:

look at me.

There's a bit of a shadow

in my eyes

(I saw it in the mirror just now)

from where I denied you

an answer.

Can you see it?

look at me.

One night of contact

and I've already written

more poems in less than

twelve hours

than I've written in weeks.

Pay attention when you

look at me.

Do you see the ties?

My writing hand is tied to my head

which is tied to my heart

which is tied to

you.

Do you snicker as you

look at me?

Because I have begun to wonder

if I am

pathetic.