I have

a specific affinity
for bro-y bars,
guys with grey cars,
names that end in Rs—
like Roger.
I like guys that are awkward,
green shirts and glasses,
their watches are plastic,
don't carry condoms
in their wallets,
but call on the phone
to say hi
just because
they’re alone.

Guys with dimples
imperfect pimples.
Everything is
somewhat simple
when they smile.
They like to
take walks,

give midnight kisses
on the swings,
missteps
in all directions,
missed moments,
missed connections.
They eat
oranges
like candy
in the morning.
They are good
with their hands.

They
have no idea
why my eyes
look sad
why I’d rather
sit in bars
alone,
stay at home
reciting Sylvia Plath
poems
in my sleep.
I’m really not
that deep.

Never Seen You Get So Low; by Aquilo