i sense that you’re afraid
of fat and old and ugly too
all the things so me
and not quite you

i imagine how it might be
to love a man so half-like me

i sense that you’re afraid
of blind and sad and so lost too
all the ways a man is me
and not a bit like you

i imagine how it must be
to love a man so very me

i sense that you’re afraid
of hurt and pain and undried glue
on paper everything so me
in reality so unlike you

i imagine how it could be
to know a man a bit like me

i sense that you’re afraid
of hope and faith and bad beef stew
of being played by some man too me
while you’re being there so very you

i imagine now it must be
horrible to half-love me