you fix your coffee with a spoonful of sugar and a drop of milk
not because you like the taste of coffee
but to feel like a person who does
you stroke her hair and kiss her tenderly
not because you love her
but to feel like a person who loves
you look outside the window to see a man mowing the lawn
the lawn wants to be the mower
the mower wants to be the man
if you blow into a reed it turns into a whistle
if you turn your fork upside down
it dreams to be a butter knife
