I’m sorry that I stare
so obviously,
so frequently,
but I’ve been trying to understand
exactly what you are
and I think you’ve caught me
in a eureka moment.

I know you now.
You’re Weird Girl.
You like the creepy things:
insects and murder
and styles from olden days.
Everything about you is old-fashioned,
romantic and intriguing.
Beguiling, maybe.

Your band?
Where you play rhythm theremin?
What’re they up to now?71
Oh! A new eight-track release!
That’s new.
It’s called An Album Named Alex?
See? Weird Girl!

I’m not judging the idiosyncrasies.
In fact, I love them.
You may be generically quirky
but seeking to march to the tune
of your own tympani
is laudable
and I am so very glad to know you,
Weird Girl,
you weird Weird Girl.
I, by the way,
am Judgmental Jonny.