the boy or girl

You are a boy in a funny shirt

And, I wear my skirts rolled, twice at the waist

We are at odds, but we must have our reasons

 

We are strangers with contrasting views

We sit two at a table of four

We talk loud, but no one hears each other

 

It isn’t arrogance or deniable truth

It isn’t anything that ever was, and will be

It is fact that there are two empty red, plastic chairs by the corner

 

I confess, on some days,

I tug at these strings more anxiously than I should

With more desire than I would dare loose on you

 

I wait breathless to feel the air suck me close to you

I wait for time that comes and ensnares me dearly

I pray for a table, the one with the two red, plastic chairs

 

I might just be a crazy girl with trembling arms

Holding up both ends of the rope

I might just be living a two man’s life,

 

But, if you are what you love and not what loves you back

Then maybe, I am the boy who likes funny shirts

And you, fold your skirts twice at the waist.

©Ub Matthews et Anis Syahirah – 240909

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