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So, am I one of you?
Of course not. Call me
Guest, call me interloper,
Youngster would be best.
That's my name to
Myself.
I sit at your knees,
Yours, then yours, then yours.
Flood me with your tears
And I will remain
Thirsty.
So, am I one of you?
Well, of course I am.
You laugh when I make
That face, like so,
You shut up when
I cry.
You pretend not to notice
When I stammer. You wait.
You see me so damn well,
And sometimes even
Show me.
So, am I one of you?
Not on your life.
You pay so much heed
To the latest emergency,
Long enough to tucker
You out.
Then back to your catnap
Swimming with ineffables,
Waiting for the next kill
You can fail to
Prevent.
So, am I one of you?
I'd damn well better be,
After all the time and
Sweat I've expended
Pulling this old rope
With you.
Don't you dare call attention
To my well-acknowledged flaws
Or to the ways I pull
At right angles to
Our joy.
So, am I one of you?
Where would I fall to
If I was to let go
And say yes, I belong?
Would I need to start
Loving?
What would your faces relax
Into, what would you become
If I was to accept you?
The best chair is just
For guests.
So, are you one of us?
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