Azami and I wrote this poem together based on a poem she started writing about me. We performed it for kids at Mohave High School in Bullhead City.| I Already Know You a duo poem written by Azami and Christopher Fox Graham | |
| Azami | CFG |
| Maybe I should have warned him | Maybe I should have warned her |
| that I’ve been through this before | |
| | that this is unfamiliar territory |
| because I knew from that first moment | but I knew from that first moment |
| everything about him | everything about her |
| without having to know anything about him | |
| “I already know you” | “I already know you” |
| is what slipped from my lips | |
| | I felt it in her hips |
| but those four simple words | |
| | the way she looked at me |
| can’t begin to gauge the familiarity | can’t begin to gauge the familiarity |
| so I stayed | so she stayed |
| parting with old friends | |
| and being welcomed by new ones | |
| as has become so routine | |
| | moving in within days |
| | like she belonged here |
| | and I was the stranger |
| of my solitary lifestyle | of my solitary lifestyle |
| to know that I was in love with her mind | to know that I was in love with his mind |
| it also took one look at the Star Wars painting | |
| | mounted above the bed |
| and lightsaber adoring his wall | |
| | I bought her one, too |
| to know that he was a geek | |
| | and she loved it |
| I don’t have to catch him saying “frak” | |
| to know he’s seen every episode | |
| of Battlestar Galactica | |
| | limited edition box set with deleted scenes |
| | and director’s commentary |
| | worth every penny |
| I had chosen loneliness | I had chosen loneliness |
| | one-night stands to pass the years |
| constantly falling in love | |
| knowing that wanderlust | |
| would eventually steal me away | |
| | but she wanted to stay |
| | wrap her arms around me |
| | and sleep like tangled vines |
| so while | |
| I was familiar with the heartache | I was familiar with the heartache |
| of love lost and found | |
| | of love found, then lost |
| by the fourth day | |
| I woke up in his arms listening | |
| to the comedic ramblings | |
| of Billy Collins | |
| | Sushi Haiku: |
| | “Midsummer evening |
| | alone at the sushi bar |
| | just me and this eel” |
| and while we laughed together | and while we laughed together |
| I silently counted the minutes | |
| wondering how long it would take him | |
| to realize that which | |
| I already knew | I already knew |
| but I think he figured it out | |
| I think he figured it out | I think I figured it out |
| when I jokingly asked him to | |
| “please regale me tales of ‘Star Wars’” | |
| and while I rolled my eyes | OK, Han shot first, Jar-Jar is a racial stereotype |
| and while we cuddled skin to skin | and they didn’t show it, but Luke and Leia were conceived |
| on some lazy Saturday morning | on some lazy Saturday morning |
| | |
| I don’t have to believe in prophesies | |
| | I believe in prophesies |
| to understand my human nature | to understand my human nature |
| so I begin my relationships | so I begin my relationships |
| with apologies and explanations these days | |
| hoping that if I cover my tracks | |
| it will soften the blow for later | |
| so I begin my relationships | so I begin my relationships |
| | with coffee and a countdown |
| | hoping that if she leaves by sunrise |
| | I prevent the blow from ever landing |
| realizing that if you live in the moment | realizing that if you live in the moment |
| you’ve got nothing to fear | you’ve got nothing to fear |
| besides, I hear broken hearts | |
| make for great poetic inspiration anyways | |
| | my poems about broken hearts |
| | could fill libraries |
| so maybe I should have warned him | so maybe I should have warned her |
| that I fall in love often | |
| | that I never fall in love |
| and that I’ve seen Battlestar Galactica, too | |
| in the arms of a boy who reminds me of you | |
| I’ve been through this before | |
| | I’ve seen this before |
| and that same force that brought me | |
| into your life like a hurricane | |
| | breaking all of my rules |
| will someday bring me to the doorstep of | |
| someone new | |
| | someone new |
| | will one day fill your shoes |
| | we can only last so long |
| | before time parts our paths |
| | onto diverging roads |
| the time we share | the time we share |
| is to learn and teach each other | is to learn and teach each other |
| learn to love and live in the moment | learn to love and live in the moment |
| all of this has happened before | all of this has happened before |
| and all of this will happen again | and all of this will happen again |
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