Difference Between Lemons & Limes

By Charlie Black

Standing
The youngest person in the bar
This Is not where I belong
This place is not made for me
And yet I feel It is the perfect place for me because
Their hands
Pendulums swinging
From the microphone into the air
And back again
Tugging at a black shirt collar
I am perfectly content to spend the rest of my night
Dancing and yet unmoving
Unafraid of staring into their eyes
Of finding myself wishing that my leg hair was darker
My hair
Darker
Just like theirs
Because I still don’t know the difference between wanting someone And wanting to be them
Between desire and envy
Perhaps there is no difference
After all
Being and having become so intertwined
And so often
People find themselves
A part of someone else
Swaying
Feeling
The concrete floor resonate through my kneecaps
Their voice dripping dark and sour
Stinging my ears I’ve only ever wanted to be more than me once
Before now