THE ONE
THE ONE
I fit a drawing
of what I think you look like
inside a bottle
to throw in the sea
but I didn’t want to poison the fish
so I took it out
and instead
folded it into the pocket
of man waiting for the bus across town.
There was a note at the bottom
that you will probably think is funny
years from now
when you find it
stuck in between
some old periodicals
in the public library
where you were just passing through
on your way to cure something
with a spare half hour to kill.