Even just the name “Caleb” is soft, ordinary, boring.
“Xavier” evokes excitement,
Extra-ordinariness,
exclamations of sexy exasperation,
excellence,
explicit exploration.
But with all of that exhilaration, disappointment trails along.
Disappointment because I am not worthy of something so wonderful, someone so perfectly imperfect, someone whose very flaws are poetic.
Chapped lips
Firm kiss
Round belly
Iron deficiency
Lies
Preceding sincerest
Apologies
Penniless
Craziest
Irresistible nevertheless…
Poems don’t have to rhyme; they’re more beautiful that way,
And he doesn’t rhyme either.
I’m better off with a Caleb, a Mark, an Andrew or a Josh.
Plain toast
Skim milk
Polo shirts
Steady work.

No X’s.