I’ve learned not to long for things
Not out loud anyway
In case it makes the pixies
Remember what a sense of humour is
And execute some swift response at my expense.
I’ll keep shtum, lips pressed together
Heart beating lightly and perhaps
I’ll permit me an inkling of
Something in my mind’s eye.
It feels fake to be needy when
I have more than many.
But when I’m sure the pixies are sleeping
Or elsewhere making their special brand of mischief
I might open a magazine or click on a link
I might just allow myself to think
Oh about what?