understanding

i know you don't like poetry

because it doesn't make sense to you

but so many other things do

like talking or dancing

or myself

you know more about me than i could ever try to know

you use my brain and heart like clothes

and wrap up inside of them

i get jealous when you find other wardrobes

other hearts and brains to wear

and you do it so effortlessly

as much so as you breathe