It Is What It Is

Is your kiss invitation or a snare?

I don’t know. It is what it is.

You say you want me. You don’t say for what.

How can I trust you? It is what it is.

Come with me, you say, let’s go somewhere new.

I can’t decide. It is what it is.

You throw up your hands and walk out the door.

I’m better alone. It is what it is.

published in “The Alien Buddha Skips the Party Part 2,” republished on Contemplate