Here Is My Number Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

White ravens of paradox fly
Dreams in the cracks of pain
Resolved like a prisoner of doubt
We just go on

Your happiness seems brain dead
Sorry, I’m too confused for politics
I tolerate people
No crowds

Space the size of Montana
The sea rolling for days
Sex and fruit salad
Cats are low maintenance

You seem like a nice person
You’re cute
Your voice isn’t shrill
I’m odd but I pay my bills

Here is my number