He Kicked Me
After the top frustration,
I got a piece of connection.
I need to spend more time with myself
than with anybody else.
It's always the same,
the same vague possibilities,
the same old delusions.
There's always a boy on my way out,
and it always ends with me alone.
But that time there was a difference...
That boy, oh, that boy!
When I acted the way I always do,
he got it in the air
and there was an immediate reaction:
he tried to kick me!
I still don't know
whether he was defending himself
or purely attacking me...
Anyway, I was happy with that...
With he trying to kick me!
He didn't succeed, of course,
because through all my frustrations,
I learned to be alone.