Bride of comparison,
you have found me
living through lacy love letters
to the glowing voice of the world.
I have loved and lived
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.