You Are Making Me  #118
May  1998

I am under construction
(Please do not cross
yellow tape, it is
for your own protection)

My mind and body craves
to be alone
and I'm liking it

I have two legs
I use them to go to new places
see new things
meet new people
Things I can only tell you about
(If you ask)
Things which are
mine to hold only
and I'm liking it

I am building a door to the world
(or in fact you're building it for me)
It is almost complete
some minor details to attend to
and I'm up and running... running
I have been sorting
riff from raff
cleaning house
and I'm not done yet

My changes;
subtle great leaps
My dog doesn't come
when I call anymore
Neither do you
but your hands are still dirty
from my batter

I will never be a doormat
as cliché as that is
I have become
a Lincoln Town car
a freight train
that does not stop for pedestrians
or small animals

My door is getting stronger
almost strong enough
to withstand the wind
when I pass through it
I am a great Warrior
and I'm liking it

I have two hands
they do what I want them to do now
They don't pick up the phone
instead
they pick up a hammer and more nails
Anything to build
this frame around myself
stronger, more conscious
more powerful
more solitare
and did I mention that I'm liking it?

and when I realize there is no need,
for a relationship
of two solitary souls
two people, needing to be alone
and needing less to be together
You will stand helpless
before this grand edifice
you have erected

you have made me
My legs
they do what I want them to now
They walk through the door
and my hands
they nail it shut