Epithets

I thought I was the epithets you applied to me

So I, in my turn, applied my own

Until they were all that we could see

Today, let’s leave all our ideas at the door:

Your ideas about me and you

My ideas about you and me

For such things prevent intimacy

I’m tired of making excuses for what I am and what I’m not

I want to lie down with you

I want to come to you empty-handed

I have nothing to offer, and there’s nothing I need

We are so much less than we think we are

And so much more than we could have imagined