American Tango

It's always right in
the middle
an alarm
a phone call
a knock on the door

Always right in
the middle
when all I want
to do is
cling to you

Teeth and nails
nails and teeth
and sweat
and things we wouldn't
want our grandparents to
hear us say

You'll say, "hold on"
and leave me
cold
and yearning
like the way a stuffed animal
feels when it's given away

"Hold on"
and I'm frowning
and sitting up
reaching for jeans
and my lap top
and letting the magic of
social networking
take me like
you never have