Inhuman

Inhuman

How is that humanly possible?
she asks me as I contort myself
in all manner of ways to fit her
expectations and make sure she’s
well-pleased with my performance.

I think about reminding her that
I’m not human and never have been,
and that was what first drew her to
me, but too many reminders make
her cry and long for someone else.

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