I am comparing things
that have no right to be
compared.
Seinfeld to The Shining.
A cookie and a carrot.
The sound of rain on
the air conditioning unit to the
clatter of heels.
I am comparing
the kiss of
a close friend
to the kiss
of a near stranger.
You kissed me for
who
I am.
He kissed me for
who he thinks
I am.
Karen Ann Frederick, USA
The Social Poet 