Almost as Me
by Ru
(written in 1997)

"i am male 21" he says, and wants to know what I am..
What am I? I don't know, I'm still figuring that out myself.
I tell him "f 24" and ignore his messages for a time to do something else..
like work, or play cards with my computer
"Where are u from" he asks me, as if that answer the question of life.
Telling him where I am from won't tell him anything about me,
He doesn't want to know what I feel or how I am or
why I think about what I think about when I
think about something at all.
But I tell him where I'm from and he tells me the same..
and it means nothing to either one of us, it just so much useless
garbage..
rotting..
in our brains..
"what do u do in life" he boldly asks.
AH HA! I think, we might have a winner!
So I test the water with 'work,
play guitar,
philosophize, read, create,
write,
learn.

Just throwing some stuff out there..
enough so that he will know me
without really having to know me
unless he knows me as just another human soul out there
please don't let him think I'm just another soul out there.
please let him know me
yes, really know me for something different, something unique
let me be unique.
"almost as me" he says
Yes, he said that to me,
as I am spinning out of control
I realize
Almost
As
Me.
That could mean a lot of things.
That, yes, after much strife for constant change
and give and take.
I am almost as everyone else in the universe..
I am almost as I should be in the eyes of everyone else
I am almost as me, myself, and I?
No
I am almost as he.
I am almost as she.
I am almost as we.
"do u have a pic!!!" he asks with wide eyed wonder I'm sure.
Will she be hot? He will be asking himself
And then I realize
Just another internet one-night stand
Just a one-shoe drive-by
Just a typical Monday afternoon, or whatever time it is
in Morocco
Casablanca City
Africa.