Dyslexic Heart

Dyslexic Heart

 “Young man your personality
is cool and detached.
While flat emotions
are suited for a computer help desk  
they have no place in a coffee shop.”
“I’m sorry. I was preoccupied  
and mentally rehearsing for exams.”
“You don’t take your studies to work.  
Straighten up or I’ll report you  
to the owner of this establishment.”
“Please, don’t do that.  
My parents require me to work  
while enrolled in college.  
Otherwise, they won’t pay my tuition.”
“Do you like my dress? It isn’t a trick question.  
Yes, I’m coming on to you.”
“Your dress is the sun over St. Tropez.”
“Nuttiness such as yours shouldn’t be hidden  
behind a wall of reserve.  
I can shell that pecan for all the world to enjoy.  
Your extroversion lessons
almost certainly will get physical.  
Does that prospect intimidate you?”
“If it did all the more reason  
to join your extracurricular class.”
“This is your primary course of study.  
Everything else is secondary.”
“This syllabus has a familiar feel.”
“I’ve been teaching you this lesson
For centuries with remedial courses galore.”
“Your strangeness is most inviting
What shall be my tithing
in our nuptial church?”
“My alms plate will be my soul
Into whose care you put your dyslexic heart.”