still waiting at the slide

in kindergarten

i frequented the park

like a well worn 

barstool.

on the slide

was bonnie, 

with storybook curls,

staring at me.

god, i wanted to

hold her hand,

so i asked her

to be my friend.

she said 

no, not now, 

but maybe 

later.

and yesterday

i received an email

from a man

i frequented

saying the same

thing.

i'm still waiting

on both

for a better 

offer.