YOU EMAIL AN INVITE TO MEET FOR COFFEE AND I TAKE FOUR DAYS TO RESPOND

by Shoshauna Shy

because do I nurture your trust
or undermine it, jump
on the friendship carousel
or blow it to smithereens?
Who has not learned that
we value most what we
have to earn –

so before I reply, I want my
continued absence to turn
the sugar of anticipation to acid
as the hatch of your inbox
is unlatched and emptied.
I want that draft at your neck
called doubt, the regret in your
stomach dancing a jig.
Like a cushion at my back,

your hope supports my entire
weekend as I water geraniums,
barter at the market, kayak across
a lake.  Soon as I break my silence,
everything will shift

and I’ll become the sheet battered
in a hailstorm while pinned
to the clothesline; the wasp twisting
in the sticky web; the starfish washed
onto the shore waiting for you to pick
me up, toss me back into the arms
of the sea.