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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