you

who hasn't written
a treatise on you, the way you
hog the conversations always
me me me ing
but obliquely, how you
distance the eye
with transference, inference
how you draw me into confidence
"my friend says" how you let the cat nap
in your lap, the dog eat your shoes
how you left me alone on the side
of the road, how i rid myself of you
so many times and still you
come back like a sweet dream, some kind
recurrance of licelike means, nitted into me
as if i were you.