I cannot, simultaneously, be your:
Master, slave, equal
Mother, daughter
Elder sister, younger sister
High school deskmate, patient erudite teacher, diligent brilliant student
Lover, confidante
Comrade through life and death, kindred spirit, sworn enemy, disgusting maggot
The path of pilgrimage, the heart of blasphemy
The stained glass of a church, the neon of a brothel
The sincere childhood companion, the doll that rapes, kills, and devours corpes
Soul communing, brain penetrating
The fellow traveler through aeons, yet the autism wouldn’t share an instant with
I cannot, exist in your reality, or even, in your mind.
