sometimes i think about a man

SOmetimes i think about a man, or two, or three, that i’d never want to be.

it seems that all they need from me is something to fill

something sad and empty

and when they realize there’s not an angel coming to save them,

i fall from the heavens

and cease to have flesh they never allowed in the first place.

i know i’m told that they love me and that i don’t seem to know what love is.

i’d like to pin one down someday

or maybe put one on a pedestal in a cage

and knock it down.

i would set them free though, you see

if they could answer one thing.

Do you see me?