I kept thinking you had illicit purposes:stealing my women
(who were never women
I had any reason to think
I should have claim to
{more than any patriarchal ass})
mocking my art
mocking me in general,
when it seems you were probably just too wasted
to string complete sentences together.

Wow, you cannot keep it straight, can you?
I projected too much on you
for too long.
I’m glad I got to see through the mirror now, though.
Breaking on through, to the other side,
as it were.

I think I was just thinking about you too much.
Have a good night’s sleep.
It’ll look good on you.
On both of us.