She wore her sports bra around the apartment –
left the door wide open.
He couldn’t tell if she was daring the world to look
or assuming the world would not.
Her confidence gave him vertigo –
He felt green with envy and diziness for the way life picked
her first, gave her aura an extra sheen.
Not that he wanted it, but that he had to witness it
Be near, but not close enough
to live inside it too.
Some weeks, he hid from her. Buried himself
in work, in other friends. He could not bear the sight
of her smiling, laughing, but not with him.
Other weeks, he walked through that open door
hoping to himself she was brazen
enough to cook ramen with her torso bare.
Green though he was, he could not stay away from the edge
of where their friendship would explode into… what?
It felt large – larger than the universe he studied, larger than space-time.
He needed time to figure it out, first. What equation
can calculate how love will change the experience
of waking up every morning?
Numbers and symbols and late night tapping at key boards, eyes
drowning in computer screens – all faded the second
she sauntered past his window, dreaming
probably
of flight.