"i didn't feel like myself with you”
you would not tell me
you thought i would think
“because of me”
so
you kept on performing
the person who
you thought i knew
sip
“so what do you want to do?”
you ask me through
the sound of your slurping
tongue tied truths
“i want to know who's who”
so i said
“well there's me and there's you”
and you waited for more
for the hook line and sinker
that would relieve me of this
drawn out play
the closest thing that came was:
“no,” there isn’t.
I never tire of poems that revel in the ambiguity of me and you...