I
I awoke
Looking forward to the day.
I wanted
To call, wake you up, ask if
You were
Dreaming about me.

II
I am excited.
You do not consume me obsessively
But intrinsically.
If I go about my day, the simple knowing
You are there comforts me.
This feels healthy and real.

III
From sunday, August 3rd, 2003 in a poem to myself, I wrote:

I Fly
Ninety on the highway,
Sixty in a forty, and
Forty in an ess curve twenty.
Windows down,
Music high,
I wanna drag it out
Till the engine growls,
High and mean,
Till the chassis shakes
And the tires squeal.
I wanna break you
Like a new toy,
Consume you
Like no other,
Bleed you dry.