The Two Step

The Two Step

I have things I want

to say to her,

I do.

Thinking independently 

is not my forte however.

And it’s fear

that keeps me in check;

I send doppelgangers 

in my place,

Audrey Hepburn

with a knock-off Gucci clutch,

Courtney Love

on the brain.

It’s a way

to sidestep 

when it’s the only step left,

wetting my appetite

for anxiety.

And much of it.

So I dream in reds,

finding sunflowers

without trepidation.

Because I think

she knows,

already.