You pretend to fear the snake,

But you jack off, ejaculate.

Who do you pretend to love?

Who do you impersonate?

I shake the branches violently,

But, “It’s not time,” you say,

“For trees to give their mangoes

To the ground.” But time is but

A profound sea, a cloak of teeming mystery,

Of fishes coming to the top,

To feed on water-walking bugs.

Why can’t I come to walk with you?

Or to the top to eat with blue fishes?

Why can’t I come?

Why can’t I come with you?

The I hear you softly say,

“You are with me always,

And likewise, I with you.”

-jenn