Pockets

I never check my pockets before washing. In fact, I never check my pockets after washing because I never put anything in there. At least, I didn't think I did.

Today, I went to put something temporarily in the pockets of my jeans, and I pulled out a matted piece of paper, like a receipt but bigger, maybe a coaster??? Blurred blue ink had almost soaked through the paper, leaving nearly illegible lines of what appears to have been a poem I scribbled hurriedly. It's my writing, and I think I remember writing it now that I'm posting about it. Hmmm...well that's for me to remember.

Across a beer

Once
across a beer
you caught me
taking a swim in your eyes
bathing in their richness
until I emerged--
gasping
forever changed.

Match
not a mate
I know this
but my stomach lies with its ache
yearning to have you
embrace me
for an instant.

Integrity
keeps you distant
I know that
but once
across a beer
you caught me
and I caught you.