The Cat is out more than I thought

It was when I noticed the difference between forking and fucking

Or the attempt to be polite

I still don’t know what I am

He is so decidedly male

And I don’t know what I am

You’d have to know us intimately to differentiate

This dance we’ve been doing forever

So lost in the seams of each other

Where we overlap

What is it?

I wonder?

The change

Sometimes I think if I ignore it it’ll go away

I think that about a lot of things

That’s why it took me a year to go to the doctor about my heart

I wish I could properly identify him

Cover his mouth

But I’m somewhere else

Like that

We don’t know where somewhere is

Somersaulting

Exhausted duo

When being between

I hope we’re resting

We’ll probably never know the truth

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