I know this is a mixed metaphor
but let’s just pretend I’m actually putting a bookmark here,
like that shiny kind you get at the checkout at Barnes and Noble
when you feel like your gift isn’t quite enough
even though we all know nobody really uses them (do they?)
but let’s say I’m putting that bookmark literally on the ground, 
in the crossroads
and we’ll go down that path soon enough
but here, in this moment, tell me first, I beg you:
what is your other favorite euphoria?
not the polite one you reserve for first meetings,
which is certainly interesting too, and
if you prefer, we can go there
hence the bookmark – look it’s got a kitten on it
though I’m afraid it may have landed in the mud
its yellow yarn tail already browning as it sinks
I suspect this spot is fairly well trodden
and that puddle may not be just rain water
but self-doubt and maybe some accidental sweat or piss
no, I’m trying to tell you without really saying, 
having a collection of slimy bookmarks myself
that I’m ok with it, whatever it is
um,
no really 
your gift is 
enough