You ask, and rightly so,

what exactly I am now.

I offer adjectives, many,


awake and angry,

sobered and hopeful,

joyful and grateful.

And until I grow

from your predefined nouns

and my insufficient adjectives

into a presence made of verbs


we just sit at the bar tonight and have a conversation—

made up silences, too.



You ask for nouns, predefined.

I give you adjectives; they’ll never suffice.

Until we are both,

Mere verbs,

merely present