Broadcast #11

Written by: maggie flanaganwilkie

Be for me, no more 
than you have hidden away 
in self-deception. Today, 
tomorrow, into next week, 
make yourself real for me; 
toss the curried bullcrap out 
with that bouquet of empty words 
you're so clever with. Those tapping feet 
need to settle down in an honest rhythm 
of sound that catches my attention, 
that makes me want to press 
my cheek to yours, in simple friendship. 
All the wrong things are at the top 
of your list.