Cat, Not BearImprecise, laborious, slow, these courtship routines
Try my patience. Would that I could ape the lout,
And simply say, “We ought to fuck,” but I don't
Have his self-regard, or his disrespect for women.
Anyway, my latest interest seems, though I don't
Know her well, to have the poise, the taste, the manners,
To dismiss that sort of man. The lout's a bear. I'm
More a cat. I circle slowly, stepping very carefully.
I hold my tongue, and listen to the things she says.
I practice low-key chivalry, and know, I've scars
That are reminders, that success remains uncertain,
Even when I've done my best to follow
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2019-09-13 at 22:47
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