I Wrote This for You

I wrote this for you.


You are a Phalaenopsis

sticking out of the wall

contrary to everything ordinary.


I don’t know what it is

but something about you makes me go amok,

a craving worse than smoking.


Something like beautiful.

Something haywire.


I know if I have you,

I would probably quit my secondhand habits

and walk into rehab without understanding why.


I would become a disciple and go to church every day.

Just for you.

Just to see your face.


Anything you love,

I will become.