I have a friend who’s clever.
He moves like tobacco smoke and lasts just as long.
I have another friend who ekes out painful smiles.
He’s thin and reads personal ads with intent to follow up.
No, really.
They’ve never met.
I’m different people with each.
With my clever friend I’m on safari and hunt sex.
I dance sloth-like in a red and black jungle,
Eat words and trade moments like ivory.
With my thin friend I lie a lot.
I wait impatiently for my turn.
I speak and ask questions. I don’t care for the answers.
I don’t think either will ever meet my parents.