You the mute roommate I talk to
You who know all the constellations in every sky
You with gardens that grow dozens of
flowers you can name in Latin
You who know kids and electronics
You who are not intimidated by the keyboard or death
You who have read the top 100 books
on the top 100 lists of the top 100 books
You who listen and sometimes hear
You who know vermillion from fuchsia and
chartreuse from lime
You who might read and must be satisfied
You with the power to destroy or ignore
You in the front row paying some mind
You in the back row sleeping.
This is for you.
However, this is not all for you.
When you chuckle or laugh, that is for me.
When you go running for the dictionary, that is for me.
When you don’t know the flower or tree, that is for me.
When you repeat a liked line or simile, that is for me.
When you’re set up like a tackle dummy, that is for me.
This is, I hope, enough for both of us.