i was walking down the street today
with him
when i saw you,
looking.
you,
female.
curved brow...
frown.
him,
male.
absentminded hand in mine.
you,
woman.
sister.
mad at me for taking him from you
when you two
don't
even
know
each other's
names.
would it suit you
if i dated someone who looked
more
like
me?
whose family line has the same
ancestry?
[maybe?]
because
i haven't found that
and
[frankly]
i'm not looking.
[because]
i've found him in me
[already...]
already his spirit twisted in me.
us,
two women.
walking passed each other down the street.
in turn,
i look to you
to look inside.
yourself.
and ask,
why isn't that enough?
[for you?]
when it is
[quite obviously]
enough for me?