food for thought

if it were as obvious to the ubiquious ‘them’
as i like to think it is to myself, all these stories
these songs
these furies and fervors of gorgeous living
scrawled in tiny print on those lines
cut into the sides of your grin,
i wonder

would i like you as much?

if i did not think myself the only dancer
to the rhythm of your existence

would i like you as much?

the hum of so much butter-pecan rough silk
over pink tendon and hard white bone
and knobs of knuckle clenched around necks
of guitars and women: would i hear it so well
or listen so hard for it

if i did not fancy myself your only audience,

it is like cinderella’s mother-in-law once posed:

are you the tortured beauty because i want you to be–
or do i want you because you live at all,

and who can tell?

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