i don’t want to care if this gets me anything
this is for me
this is for who i used to be and who i don’t know yet
but i think she wants to play guitar
my fingers calloused from the strings
what manicure, these hands wash dishes,
and walk dogs, open bottles,
and hold their face for a quick kiss
i don’t want to care if there’s a result
of pencils on pages or outcomes
no reason other than to have it
to grasp it and hold it
play it or kiss it
soak it all the way in
no results
i don’t want to care if it gets me anything
The imagery of the second stanza - lllooooove love love it.