FREED VERSE

I know your secret!
You wear it on your cherry chapped lips 
and it creeps
up on you at the bus stop, while you're writing poems and 
wishing for
a girl with cold hands and a wine-drunk smile
to tell you she

It's the secret that makes you say goodbye too fast
and turn away, quick! so your eyes can't tattle.

But I know that you know and i know you know I
know you know i know 
WE KNOW!

we get it, already.

But please,
don't worry that I've cracked the code.
I only know your secret because it's mine, too.