I Call to You, My Loves

By Katie Lashbrook

My calls to you – my requests – are coded,

in their way, but not dishonest,

I hope. Pushy, too obvious, isn’t my aim.

(I’m proud and it would embarrass me to appear too

needy.)

You might not understand what I’m

asking of you. So, here:

just be my friend,

put up with me,

love me,

forgive my transgressions –

all this, if you can.

And, out of love,

I’ll do the same for you.

– Katie Lashbrook lives in Lawrence.