don johnson
- Rachel
- 3 days ago
- 2 min read
04/18/2025
dear reader,
dear don johnson,
i love you
i hurled over an overpass
sometimes my heart beats so hard
like it's knocking against my spine
and i feel this impact
all the way up and around
to my prefrontal cortex
and it affects my vision-
rattles my eyeballs
how the leaves would shake
if you took a baseball bat
to the trunk of a tree
no other person has ever made me hurl
just the grand canyon
and i know now
in a very real way
that it would be
getting
to know you
for the first time.
it hit me right before
i sent you that video audio electronic file
you know that one?
i saw you standing across the train
while on the red line
heading north
from streeterville
to wrigleyville
looking at me
in that cool way
looking at you
and i know it's
the creation
and not the reception
that this thing
we share
is
gonna be whatevahforevah
and i know
it's the creation
of these realizations
and not the precise
recepted outcome
and i really know
i cannot discern
where i end
and you begin
within/out me
so its hard to know
which of us
i'm talking to
and i know
figuring
who i'm talking to
out
is the trajectory
is the focus
is the work
with
purpose
in case you ever
decide
to really show up
in case we ever
decide
to really meet
so i'm ready
so the room is dusted
and the bed is made
and i know
laughing with you
and i know
working together
and i know
the difference between fishing for responses
and leading with love
and i know-
I've seen it
i know i keep seeing it
and i know
that i love you
and i know
that the best
case scenario
is living
nose to nose,
back to back
with you
wringing
years of life out
together
imagine:
walking
arriving at an intersection
with 16 seconds
until the light changes
and it's your turn to cross
and you're aware
while you wait
in four lengthy seconds
i arrive
i step up silently
left next to you
wearing a closed mouth smile
eyes unwaveringly playfully
forward
shoulders back and strong
two bonding
seconds after
you reach
behind me with your
left arm
around my back
through my waist
to the front of my forearm
where your hand
grasps me
right above the wrist
as you plant a kiss
on my right temple
today you do not bite
me
and i turn into you
and i know it's
the creation
and not
the reception
as an understanding,
as something very grand,
