crooked as corkscrews

we can’t communicate on the best of days
but the fact is that when i break down,
there’s no one else i want to talk to except you.

who says it can’t be as simple
as that?– as working each other up and then
calming each other down: who says
that’s not a better love
than the dizzy stomach(heart?)ache
of unrequited? they have forgotten us,
but you are still vivid in my mind, and we are both
so lonely–

you said when you break down, i’m the only
person you want to talk to.
when i’m listening to you, & you’re speaking to me,
that’s the only person i want to be.