My great-grandfather was a tailor
A weaver of tapestries into costumes that mesmorized audiences of the stages on Broadway

Yes my great-grandfather was a tailor and perhaps that’s why when the the fabric of your pantleg touches mine
Or my fingers spiderdance across the draped curtain over the small of your back during a hug goodbye

I feel bubbly electric,
I’m goddamn eccentric–did you know this
I keep pulling the dumbest face just to see if you’ll notice

Just to get a little bit
Of a nit pick
A flit of a flicker of a spark in your eye
And when I see it I just want to die


My great-grandfather was a tailor
But no seamstress like you.

You weave my nerves and my hurt
You loop my bliss with my fear of a kiss
You prick
My interstit…ial feelings of doubt
Into a rhapsody of clout that could tetherweight my momentum anywhere you chose to flung it
And you could sing words so foul directly into my soul if it were you that sung it
I’d love it.

And this might sound like a love poem
But it’s really a confusion tomb
That I’ve opened up like Pandora’s box
And these thoughts
Got me tied up in knots
Got me tossing and turning on my cot
And wondering what I ought
To do
Because I got no business being with you

My heart belongs to another
And though she makes my heart flutter
Despite her mutters
That my life she clutters
YOU make my heartbeat stutter

That slight bump-hiccupity-bump
That makes that whump whump weeeaoooar weeeeaoooar

Fill my ears
And my mind fills with tears
I can’t let out

Aw shit, now you got me making stupid sounds and faces again

But baby it feels so good when someone as wonderful as you notices me
And I do nothing
I can pursue nothing
And I doubt you’d want me to.

But my great-grandfather was a tailor

And maybe if I can reach back through bloodlines
Drawn from thimbleless needle pricks sticking in my veins
Giving me a brilliant claim to affection create with
Dominico James Valentino’s trade’s namesake

I could just forge some kind of sinewy thread that could lash our pinkies together with a thin strand of honey
So we can orbit philotically

Sending transmissible
Down this invisible tin can string telephone

A secret code
Handed down from Martini
to Valentini
to Valentino
Just so
You and I could have something special

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