the error simple - easily fixed
If that is what was needed - it
Is not - it is deeper - a splinter
An encumbrance so large - we
Can only smile and slide by - it’s trust
The elusive choking of reality
I can’t trust you - too many slips
You won’t trust me - too many
Doppelgängers - I don’t even
Know who I am supposed to be
How or what to be
Didn’t you like me at first - then
Not so much then a bit more then
A bit less - so many me(s) like cats
At night trying to find just the right
Spot - curled up on your chest
It would be so easy a fix
If you could be fixed and I could stay fixed