Someone told me he likes your dress.
He likes your sense of style.
He likes the way
you tell it like it is
to me.

I've just been going around shyly
catering to him,
while he glows and brags
about your poetry.
What is it about you?

You're just out there
on some tiny planet
belly dancing
around now,
aren't you?
Doing your hip drops here and
shimmies there
while I take care of the tides.

Still there's something about you
that reminds me
of myself.

12/27/2009

Author's Note: published April, 2007 in Lunarosity, as a companion poem to "What I Told the Moon".

Posted on 12/28/2009
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