I’m not worried about you
My care is more personal
You’ve proven your chops
You’ve got it all
Choices, especially
You’re probably
Mostly right
For not wanting me
And the nutty ride
That might turn out to be  
But the good news is
I’m also not worried about me

Some days
There are shadows of spiders
Hanging peripherally
Almost to where I sort of see
And I haven’t yet figured
If they’re friendly

He’s not a star
He’s a constellation
Cluster of brights
Far
Far                                                     Away
Ever  elusive 👽
Yet
Shiny brilliant light
Prone to a shoot ☄️
Just as soon as one sees
Off goes one of Apollo’s feet
Ever so far away from me

There is obviously
A deep-rooted incompatibility
Between you and me
I trust your judgment
You know you
Better than I do

I am glitter on Birkenstocks
A snazzy suitcase filled with rocks
A staircase leading anywhere
Dim for most the way there
Sometimes “who knows?”
Is the bestest place to go
Birkenstocks are comfortable
And diamonds are rocks too
What you think of me
Mostly
Depends on you

There goes my Mister
Walking by
Giving me a suspicious eye
I cannot imagine what he sees
Or if he even looks at me
Really
My mister he may be
But I am not his lady

We are one
Within these words
The spell of poetry
The best I can do
When we are really two