latent (poetry)

^{And I will go,}

^{because latent in every blind date is the delicious promise,}

^{improbable as a hundred-dollar bill in a fortune cookie,}

^{that maybe this is the last one of these things I will have to go on, maybe this will be it.}

 ^{jessicapierce} 
 

Latent is 

and always will be about 

hope

it is: 

staying after class for a chance at a conversation with someone who has never talked to you before 

writing long letters and sliding them under the door of a dorm room because you think her roommate is out of town 

idling in a car in front of a restaurant

waiting,  hoping,  wondering if

maybe this time it happens

the unspoken secret code is shared and

doors

open