last august i learned
that probable impossibility
was the aristotelian way
to measure the success of an idea.

this august, (somewhere
different
around the sun) i learned
that loving someone
was okay,
but only if you left out some
vowels because that made it less
intimidating,
and that by not saying
that word
and substituting
i want your words
tattooed on my body
somewhere close to my heart,
the message was just as
(probably impossibly)
clear.