Things I Never Called You (revised)

Chicken, duckie, cutie. Sweetheart or a real good fuck.

I never said I love you but it lived in my eyes when I looked at you,

looking away, love. My squash. My squishy. My seven-year-itch

with a cape of dark hair that sometimes was greasy. I never said

you were a freak in a good way, or in a bad way, or in bed. Some days

I was just too tired to not come see you, babe, baby girl, baby doll, pork chop.

You unwove my clothes, m'ija, and sewed the threads into the ground.

When I woke up, sown in your city, darling, I saw that your hands

were just covering mine all along. I saw that the city was beautiful,
beautiful. I'm sure that I called you beautiful, once, when the city was ours.