Come on unrefined talent, make me famous! Have my passive efforts aggressively pursued by someone else.

I saw your note,
it was tucked away for me to read,
folded in my thoughts.
You didn't say much,
but you didn't need to.
I felt our story in your short words.
I felt a love only you and I know.
I felt a smile,
and I felt a familiar but different
definitely different,
pain.
I felt for your own feelings,
how you ask not much of me,
how you see me and can't,
though you try, to stay mad,
and I ask why I make it so hard to be had.

Gardening is deep

       "Now pull it out of the pot and grab those shears and cut along the bottom. Then pull at the roots and sort of uncurl them."

"I feel like I'm ruining it. Am I ruining it?"

     "No. You're supposed to do that. Marybeth worked in a nursery and they all used to cut about a quarter of the bottom of the plants off. It helps the roots expand. They're all constricted in there and this helps loosen them up, it helps them-"

"Branch out?"

         "Yeah. They grow much better that way."

The internet makes love a little more psychotic,
not that it needs much help with that,
but
you can become click crazed,
a private public investigator;
you find yourself knowing things
you're not sure you should know
& maybe you pretend that you dont,
but you do.
Maybe you've seen all the way down their Instagram well
but still wait for them to tell you about that picture you mentally liked
which is still special, but,
you already heard it in your own words,
you already digested the cliffnotes of their personality.
Anxiety can hang in the meaning of a comment
or uncertainty in the relationship of one of your 534 "friends,"

white lies are painted with starker colors 

when there's proof you aren't where you say you are-

Ms.-uploading-a-picture-when-I sent-you-a-text-hours ago.

I sound like a hopeless romantic
lost in the quicksand of forum threads,
but I know there's a bright filter for every dark one,
that love can be connected more than ever before.
It can be carried by satellites to different lands & times.
It's as electric as your eyes lit up
with words meant just for you.
& even though you can search & search,
there are still things you'll never find,
you'll never know,
& I'm not entirely sure how it all works,
but I believe in it.

A great man

Even though I don't really remember watching Mr. Rogers, I'm glad I did. What wonderful messages he had for the children of the world.