The New Girl In The Office (Has Short Pink Hair) - Poem by Benjamin Feliciano
I feel as though if I write a poem about her
It will rectify my shameful inability to speak to girls as pretty as she is.
I can rationalize never having enough courage
By immortalizing her in written form.
And forever re-read my words
To relive the immolation of my heart whenever she smiles.
I wonder if we even have anything in common,
But I suppose our interests do not matter
When I don't even know her name.
I find that my risk-taking is rather limited,
When it comes to endangerment of the heart.
(Unlike my attempts at humor.)
I think to try a joke, but when your best one-liners
Come from taffy wrappers,
It's best just to stay silent and think 'what if? '.
People talk around me,
But I hear nothing, and think of only her.
I pop my head over my cubicle wall
Like a suited prairie dog
And sigh to myself,
Sliding back into my chair as I get a call.
'Hi this is Ben calling on behalf of-'
I sigh again and return to counting ceiling tiles.
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