I'm bored.
And tired of this failed exercise.
I'm not him.
He's not me.
We can't co-exist.
We have to merge.
Into
one
stupid
lumped
mass.
And then
it won't be fun anymore.
Do I choose fun over reality?
Sure, all the time.
Even if my elbow has to be lodged up
his ass.

"Hey, but what about me?!"
quips that tiny voice from somewhere near my
pancreas.
"shhhh!", I tell her.
"You're supposed to be a secret, remember?"
"Oh. So I don't get to
come out
anytime soon?" she wonders,
to herself.

How do I console her?
"We'll go drinking tonight, okay?"
She buys it.
I bought some time.
But
She's growing up fast.
I won't be able to
hold her down
any longer.

What do I do?

Oh Damn.
She's
supposed to be
a secret.
OK?