Ethnocentrically
speaking of course
You’re just
not there
Not emotionally.
You lack that
As girlfriend
and lover and girl again
Come to me
asking the same question about you:
“Is that it?”
“I thought
there was more than that…”
I thought it was just a façade, not the main
event
truth is stranger
for you
truth, is
stranger to you.
The cost of
water in your land
Keeps your
terrain in check
In the way
that I can box you in with your own pawns
The little
fractions that hold water
I am not cactus,
I am not succulent
I am the range
of epiphytes
as vast in
this world as any other
And walk
without rhythm through the sands
That only
time seems to remember
push forth
through your sandstorm
don’t forget
to carry water
truth is; I didn’t
always enjoy the rain,
but I never
take the time to appreciate anything without it
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