i see you everywhere in little things.
not because i’m consciously looking
but because my subconscious is a seeker
of potential. and i am witty and clever
and a little pretty (aren’t we all petty?)
but around you i feel underordinary.
you have, a smile and a laugh
that makes me wish i caused them
more than half the time. if i could keep
my tongue in synch with
the way my words are normally worded
and keep knots out of my thoughts
perhaps i could persuade
you to consider something ordinary.