when you like someone
and you see them with someone else
i feel sore
and perhaps if you were an animal,
say a lion,
you'd probably butt the other ness
out of your territory.
sometimes i wish i had fur
and wouldnt feel disappointment.
sometimes i remember
that what i see is not really what is going on
and if i could truly hear
speech and thought
id be deafened by the analysis of now.