In my defense
they told me I was pretty
or listened to me talk
or shared a secret
or were named James
or Kate
or Miguel
or had a mother
they miss
but gave up on
or they reached
for my hand
with guitar hands
or garden hands
or god hands
or danced with their hands
on their knees
in exhaustion
because they are serious
about pleasure
and how much they love
this song
or pointed to the moon
not delivering
a line
or a speech
but a drawn out
four letter word—
fuck or damn
stop or look
and I looked.