The List

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Fifty Things

I have this list-

almost fifty things.

Fifty things I want

in a man.

Or a partner, for that matter.


Minute little details.

Deliberately made so,

so that I delay

ever getting that person,

so I can always say:

“The type I want doesn’t exist.”

I add to that list

anytime I learn

of a quality

I find attractive.


The list looks like:

soft,

gentle,

a creative spirit…

Heavy on soft.

I talk a lot,

but I don’t think I’m loud.

I like people

who have a lot to say -

but I’m not sure

I want that

in a romantic partner.


There’s people

you can have this

comfortable silence with,

and that’s

what I enjoy.

And the list

is written in pencil

but there are things

carved in stone.

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