How to Spell

You kept me anonymous because it was easier than learning to spell your name. If there’d been some way to shrink the miles between yesterday and forever, I would have made the journey. You wanted pieces of me to fit into the puzzle you’ve created for yourself, piecemeal and parceled, the way a pinch of salt adds just the right bit of flavor to a dish. I’m not a potato, but you thought I might be if you boiled me long enough, broiled me against the flame of something that almost felt like desire but when pushed, only turned off. I could dedicate a world to you and it still wouldn’t be enough.