SMART
So I started seeing this woman recently Or going on dates with this woman Or however we talk about dating in our 30’s…
I went on dates recently. With this woman. She is…smart. And I don’t mean street-smart Talk your way out of anything savvy Intuit danger in shifts of body weight observant Figure out a temporary fix for the thing you can’t afford a repairman for handy Or even Especially Know the geometry of fitting everything you own in two bags so well you can do it with someone screaming at you to get out
Street savvy, dark corner, make it work Survival guide smart. I don’t mean that. That I know.
I mean, at first, book smart School smart Language smart Education smart And I’ve never thought of myself as stupid But when someone asked if she’d met me at her work I laughed And had the urge to say “Oh no, she’s brilliant. I’m not really sure what I’m doing here.” I’d never felt that way before. It was honestly kind of delightful.
But that’s not really what this poem is about Because that’s only at first. It’s how I’m avoiding the thing. The actual thing this poem is about Because booksmart is not what struck me about her
It’s the whip-crack smart It’s the “You don’t even like the phrasing of your own question” When she directs it back toward me smart It’s the flash of sarcastic humor And the elegant two-step of avoidance It’s the way she croquets answers Knocking my questions down the field Off course Smart.
I’m not sure where she learned All that emotional street-savvy All that almost undetectable managing you use when you know how to talk someone down Even when they are screaming at you. I am afraid it was in places as unfriendly In their own way As the ones I grew up in It makes me want to call her And ask if it would be okay if I drove a half hour To spend fifteen minutes kissing her before driving the half hour home
She’s smart. Emotionally savvy in a way that makes me want to give her all my Best Biggest Brightest Feelings I am made mostly of feelings. I want to pour the softest ones into her hands Those witch hands that plant gardens in their wake and keep everyone at bay I know mine are small but I do have this big thumping heart To make up for it