She's enthusiastic &
straight-spoken.
But that's different than
confident.
He is calm: a low
base tone so smooth
he almost sounds like silence ~ but he
shakes everything.
She is always a little
surprised by victories,
& she wears defeats like tar
from an oil beach.
(Life is mostly a run of losses – to
make learning,
to make laughter; to make a floor for
wins.
But we wear them so differently on
the skin –
she wears them so much like a
definition.)
He expects victory & shakes off
defeat. Confidence
is its own type of oil: the
tar shimmers off.
She is not a loser – but
she looks it.
From the outside, she looks made
of it.
While he is shining. Sometimes he cries
at night,
eating off the tar that he can't shake;
scrapes it, chews it).
She is not sad; he is not happy.
They are both,
Only & God-like, human.
But to a mirror, black&white.
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