Meridian

I want
you to break
down that invisible
wall between us
and touch me
where the lines
of twine cross like
the line of the
Meridian
which sounds
like a girl
I used to know
in grade school
who could never
keep her
goddamn mouth
shut. She should
have kept it
shut more
often, instead of letting
it rattle.
My friends all have babies now
what does that make me?
I once liked
to steal
coins from the
street. I’d leave
them in my jean
pockets. And later,
only lint
remained.
I never
wanted to become
cynical, it just
happened to me
eventually
we all become cynical
don’t we?