I wrote this for Jennifer.
Not her.
A different one
that I have known a little longer
and thought about
for quite a while: you.
Even you, Jennifer, were not the first.
I have met dozens of Jennifers
– hundreds –
and loved quite a few of them.
You are the one
who remains with me
always.

Sometimes
it feels like God
has placed infinite alternate Jennifers before me
distracting me from your charms.
Yours is a popular name
for a very good reason
and I have enjoyed the company
of any number of your number.
LIke Jacob’s Leah
before Rachel
I feel undeterred.

I have met iterations
combinations, permutations…
all variations of you
different in so many regards
but so many
still so very appealing.
I would forsake all others
for a chance at our life.
I would fuck one thousand Jennifers
to get to you.

Perhaps someday
you’ll give me a chance
to prove it.