XV. Katy

Our lives are words apart
Highlighted by a day-to-day divergence from a shared glossary
And disagreements over definitive source material.
Our pieces don't fit together,
But the puzzle is picture perfect;
Glossy in aggregated nods to visual rhythm and gold-trimmed poetic devices
Peppering our discourse, and dying off before the denouement.

I want to learn to protect you
In the manner to which you've grown accustomed
To protecting yourself
Out of necessity
And into the frying pan.
Back to where you came from,
Before I had my marginal effects on you.
Not enough to make it into your full body
Text,
But sufficient to keep around,
At the edges.