An illusion of…

November 26, 2010 § Leave a comment

being with a man feels like
being without fingernails
being unable to peel my own mandarins
that’s what it feels like
being with a madman, rather than
being with a mandarin I can’t PEEL

still, I don’t want to be had
or owned
and you, told of you, told right
not wanting something you could not grasp
a hold of
you replaced it with people, lots of them things
just people, being

and at that layer, I would rather
have ‘seemed to be’
than ‘be seen to be seeming’
there is a difference, it lies between the third and fourth layers
the catch is
if you are without fingernails
you won’t ever find the difference

and this makes all the difference
to my existence

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