Let me tell you
I always keep one foot on the outside
I hate crowds, teams, groups and constellations
What the hell is the cosmos?
More than 2 people together, it’s a conspiracy,
it’s a fracken world order.
Where is my earthly exit?

I know where the bees go
when the honey gets too much
( after all, the queen will always have her nectar)
They are exactly like him, in all the wrong way,
moving in a pack, following lead.
Sometimes, he shakes his head maybe hoping
to fill the gap between my teeth, and I wonder what if
I had been a one-of-the-guys sort of gal.
Would I be … ?
Hell, two people can become a crowd or a dead end
Yet I somehow bet it all on the three-legged horse relationship
I striked big: the fusion of two souls never to be apart,etc…
an instant, a page drawn out of the book of some dead poet

Now having been a butterfly,
I have to turn back into a catterpillar.
and this time, unlike the bees, I will not stray from my flight path
Exactly like him, I will entice/buy/steal a soul for less, strip it into little parts
and sell them for more;
My love will be entirely capitalistic
I will join the crowd so I can better feed on them
I will wriggle my green caterpillar bottom at the top of the food chain,
and you, my love, I will show you spite and rage
I’ll show you how it feels to walk alone in the dark