Plastic Heart

While I could pretend you and I were lovers
Like a flower lusts for the dew of morning
You could pretend I was a jewel,
A trophy in your showcase as I waited
for you to shine me. Each sunlight morning
I could pretend that you were the only one
The only receiver to my radio station
My signal floating somewhere with whale songs
and dog whistles. But that would be cheating.
Like printing paper money in a basement
or a putting on mascara and saying you always wore it
Something in between guy-liner and plastic forks
Maybe a little more or less than chocolate coins
On an occasion that no one celebrates
While I could pretend that we were lovers
And you could imagine that I was nothing but a medal
There’s more to me than those lumps on top of my pectorals
and more to you than that little black caterpiller
Hanging off your lip. You’re proud I know
We could pretend that we know more about each other
than that you like Cindy Crawford and I like Brad Pitt
But in reality, all we know is the handful
We could Google off the Internet
But that would also be cheating,
Like printing paper money in your basement
Like a relationship with an invisible expire date we didn’t know of
I could pretend that you and I were lovers
But that could or might be a lie.