{"id":2748,"date":"2009-12-05T02:40:00","date_gmt":"2009-12-05T09:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/blog\/?p=2748"},"modified":"2010-03-21T00:57:27","modified_gmt":"2010-03-21T07:57:27","slug":"2748","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/?p=2748","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

like eric bana in a red shirt and cowboy hat
\nwho played the husband in the time traveler’s wife<\/em>
\ni wondered what it would be like if i fell for a cowboy
\nhe’d been leaning in the corner watching me without watching me
\nand in that moment, did a little spin with a hat tip that was meant for me
\nbut still without the courage to meet my eyes.<\/p>\n

he was dancing for me
\ni liked that he could be in sync with the whole or
\nin a rhythm of his own
\nbut i pretended not to notice
\nmostly out of not knowing what to do
\nwith a beautiful man in unexpected form
\nthick black hair and neat beard
\nproclaiming a polite wildness inside him
\nthat he might let you touch if you’re patient enough.
\na cowboy.
\nbehold, the unexpected,
\ni’m being wooed by a cowboy.<\/p>\n

he came over and leaned on the rail next to me,
\nso close i could watch his irises dance with the music
\nalmost feel the heat from the sweat that made his
\nearlobe glisten
\ni pretended to watch the band as he
\nreached into his left front pocket
\nfirst taking out his driver’s license
\nthen miscellaneous cards and change
\nputting them in his pants pocket
\nlike removing armor in preparation for
\nlaying his heart bare
\nhe took off his hat and ran his hand through his hair
\nstealing a glance back to catch me watching
\nbut still, i pretended to only be here for the band
\nfeeling the band
\nunaware<\/p>\n

we stayed like that for 3 songs
\nthree feet from each other
\nelectricity raising the hair on our arms
\nbut not saying a word.<\/p>\n

i can already hear my friends screaming at me for ignoring him<\/p>\n

finally, as the band started in on “friends in low places,”
\nhe politely said goodnight to the group on the other side of me
\nand left without a single look back.<\/p>\n

i shivered, feeling a piece of me peel away,
\nsome space inside me he was
\noccupying without my awareness suddenly empty
\nlike having a tooth pulled
\ni immediately missed the beauty that had so presently
\nbeen so near me
\nimmediately wondered if i would ever see him again
\nthinking that if he had said hi
\ni would have been touching the dreams of a cowboy tonight
\nwrapping him in the safe coccoon of my world where
\nall secrets fall away under the still blue eye of the moon<\/p>\n

i didn’t worry about it though.
\nbeauty comes and beauty goes
\nthe only eternal beauty is the one that matches mine
\ni think with all the worlds we will conquer
\nwhen i meet the one who could really be my partner
\nthe least he’ll be courageous enough to do is say hello<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

like eric bana in a red shirt and cowboy hat who played the husband in the time traveler’s wife i wondered what it would be like if i fell for a cowboy he’d been leaning in the corner watching me without watching me and in that moment, did a little spin with a hat tip […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[19],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2748","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/sbl5mn-2748","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2748","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2748"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2748\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3816,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2748\/revisions\/3816"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2748"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2748"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2748"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}