Talk is cheap.
Stunningly good looks are dangerous.
Give me a wide gap between the front teeth
and an honest smile.
He can be slightly balding, grey hair framing his ears.
He'll show up in person.
I learned this about people,
the smooth talk, the empty promises, the excuses,
until I grew up and shredded the resumes and
peeled off their glitter.
I looked in corners and against the walls,
in the woods, at men walking dogs
in flannel lined jeans and jackets
with stains on the front,
minding their own business.
He showed up, he didn't
need to explain.