I want to write your name
on random places—
on the back of my notebooks
during boring and sleep-inducing classes,
on papers where I test pens
before buying a half-dozen of them,
on receipts from fast foods
when I can't afford fancy restaurants,
on movie tickets when I watch
cliché plots or cry over tragic endings,
on the other side of name tags
where it would flip and strangers would think I'm gay,
on my social media posts at nights
when you're online but messages don't come...