maturation is a race between
restraining my impulses, to become more responsible
and adjusting my notions of morality to suit my temperment.

the woman pushing two carts with two hands
carrying trash and cleansers
between gate 71A and 71B
maybe sees the airport as a hallway

some nights the mating ritual means
I spend hours listening, absorbing, responding
waiting for recognition, or
feeding off my partner's hunger for attention
but talk about a treadmill
my elder self stands back, with a wry grin -
when will you notice that we're running a 100:1 question ratio?
I wait for a woman to turn the tables!
questing for interplay