The letter X

Even just the name “Caleb” is soft, ordinary, boring. “Xavier” evokes excitement, Extra-ordinariness, exclamations of sexy exasperation, excellence, explicit exploration. But with all of that exhilaration, disappointment trails along. Disappointment because I am not worthy of something so wonderful, someone so perfectly imperfect, someone whose very flaws are poetic. Chapped lips Firm kiss Round belly Iron deficiency Lies Preceding sincerest Apologies Penniless Craziest Irresistible nevertheless… Poems don’t have to rhyme; they’re more beautiful that way, And he doesn’t rhyme either. I’m better off with a Caleb, a Mark, an Andrew or a Josh. Plain toast Skim milk Polo shirts Steady work. No X’s.