i am not firm
and we are not like-minded
and maybe we are wrong
or care just right

you are not merciful
you are angry
and vengeful
and appreciative
at the wrong moments
and so curious
with the wrong questions

and i am not patient
but am ill tempered
and am made of estrogen
and progesterin
and every night at 7pm
7:05 7:23
i release more
and want to cry alot

we are bad breath in the morning
and secret geatures and pet names
and we are bread and soy
and lazy individuals
and i need hugs
and you need me

I am rock candy
unstable
and I melt

and your mouth is warm
i am liquifying
decrease in matter
fall in on myself
and inside you

and all is left
is a wooden stick
and sticky lips
from rock candy

You are the rock of the river
splashed at but immobile
you are stubborn and fearless
roots embedded in the dirt
a permanent home
no moss
and untouched by erosion

water parts ways around you
like you trudge against current
and out of respect
fear
or pity
they go around you
you stubborn rock.

And a simple
complete orbit
of black hands
creates such a distinction
complete significance
of routine
and ego.

Is it inappropriate
to stand half an inch closer
or have three to a booth?
Our thighs are touching.

I sometimes wonder
if you only speak for attention
whimper
bark only behind fences.

You are lonely
it is unbearable.

Let me swoon in your warmth
from half an inch away.
Our romantic ties
cease within siblings.

My thoughts have transitioned
from short term to long term
less of sunday afternoon
and more or future apartments

but let it not divert you
from the fact
that I miss you daily

your laundry soap smell;
you taste like nothing

I am not godly
and with that
and my triangle shaped torso,
my shoulders are only so broad

i can not carry the weight of my body
ever expanding
with that of glistening papers
and paintings
and customer service

you have not felt my nausea
or seen my list
a weekly redone reminder
of what I must remember to do

am I your star child
or am I obedient