Comparison

Bride of comparison,

you have found me

Living through lacy love letters

to the glowing voice of the world.

I have loved and lived

and lavished

like a euphoric angel,

all over the world.

See how North America quakes beneath my hands?

Hear the tender whispers of my name from Europe.

I am tired of molds and braces and boxes

What They have is not better than what I have.

Always They come with a capital T and claws.

They possess than,

But I hold hands with Then,

And waltz over the sea.