VI

34

Redneck

A significant part of why I fell in love with you
is your raven black hair. I also prefer it when you
are shaven baby-face-smooth or have a stubble at most.
In your trademark black and blue, you’re always looking your best.

But even after seeing you in the blondish mullet
and a moustache, dressed in a complete country boy outfit —
a tank-top under a checkered flannel shirt, tucked into
jeans, highlighting your little belly pouch — I still find you,

though funny indeed, nonetheless, cute and adorable
but at the same time attractive too and desirable
so much that I’d love to be the cowgirl to your Redneck,
same as when you once wore, like some kind of a lumberjack,

a shirt with sleeves cut off of, underneath but a bare skin,
matched with jean shorts and old over-sized slippers, while drinking
a classic “Turk in glass”. Just let me grab my flannel shirt,
some straw hat, leather high boots, and a denim miniskirt,

and let’s ride this life rodeo together. After all,
I’d gladly become a farm girl, helping you out with all
your family’s livestock or in the apple orchard when
you choose to take it over and pick me as your woman.

35

Easy

It’s easy for you
to find someone new,
because there’s always somebody
for you, but nobody for me.

36

Of all the people

There’s eight billion of people on Earth
and I had to cross paths with you,
just to get rejected and hurt.

There were fifty people during that May night
and you had to pick me to dance. Why did you?
I wouldn’t now have to my love to you fight.

37

Conditions

Why do people always put conditions on love?
Why me just being myself is never enough
for anyone? I can never comprehend that.
And that’s because I simply do not love like that.

I always love people as they already are,
comparing them to no idealised lodestar,
and for who they are, without wanting to change them.
Apparently, not everyone’s love is the same.

38

Epitaph

When I die once, let it be my epitaph:
Here lies the one who was never good enough;
who was never worth being given a chance,
so she died starving for some love and romance.

39

Happy

Maybe the goal in life is not to be happy.
Maybe it rather is to live rightly,
even though often, unfortunately,
doing the right thing makes us feel crappy

for (and that’s a sad truth) the right thing rarely is
the one that makes us happy to the bone,
and we should never pursue our own
happiness at the cost of somebody else’s.