" 'A real man makes his own luck'- Billy Zane, Titanic" -Dwight, The Office

Dear Leonard Dicaprio

I was thinking about you today
When I saw a boy with floppy hair
and a slight nose.

I remembered when you looked in my 12 year old eyes
with your icy warm baby blues
and your hand moved with charcoal across the page.

You might as well have saved me from Jumping
With your floppy hair and slight nose.

Now that your hair is cut and you thin frame filled out with manly muscles
Where are you now my sweet little Leo?
Lunching with Al Gore?
Dipping diamonds in blood?
Or writing me a poem,
As I am writing you?

You jump, I jump, remember?