some men are dull.
mediocre.
heavy with flesh and bone.
don't show them your heart.
they will weigh it down to suffocation.
evade the mediocrity of men.

some women are sharp.
killers.
scared with makeup and fake smiles.
like a threatened stingray they have an
inevitable ability to penetrate
when panicked.
don't show them your heart.
they will stab it.

I have many sharp edges in my heart.
much more room.
I never pull them out.
so I can't bleed to death.

I evade the mediocrity for survival.
the weight would pierce
the sharp edges
lethally.

so I make coffee in the morning and read in
isolation.
in my backyard where
my cat is less mediocre than most men
and the sun's rays
never sting.