She must think me
A pirate from the patch
Over the patch over
One eye I wear
At the office.
She seated across
From me for months
But only on Tuesdays,
I do not know her
Except at the new girl
From somewhere, nowhere
Who I can’t stop looking at
Even if only with
One good eye,
The girl who always says
Such outrageous things,
With me trying to make out
If she means what she says
Or got wind of how shocked
I am when I hear her,
A little boy inside, trembling,
Even when on the outside
I stand firm,
Secretly wishing I could do
All those dark things
She suggests,
It’s what a pirate would do,
How much she gets
Staring at me one good eye
I can’t say,
And thinking back
I wonder
Did she have me pegged
From the very start.
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