from the mouth of the Horse's Ass

how are you going to get home? she said

i have two legs, i told her.

i walk home and there is two of every star in the night, and two of every streetlight. two of every star, two of every planet. even this one. i have two eyes. why shouldn't i see two of everything?
i walk home, and round corners, and get to my apartment. it is two apartments.
i live in the upper.
it has its own number; i get my mail at a different address from the landlords, below. but it is the same house. i hear them all the time, the landlords, and all the noise that they make. they hear me. we pay our rent to the two sisters, and their boyfriends.
i live with my sisters. they are twins.

at any different moment, my heart is stretched between two different girls; a blonde one, and a brunette. a brown eyed or a green eyed. this end of the bar, or that.
i have two feet. i walk home alone.
my father never stuck around to make any more like me; my mother dies before she gets the chance to meet me.
my father has green eyes. they go yellow when he angers.
mother was a brunette.
i am sure they would have went well together, if not for all the childhood trauma and the dying.
rafe is a bull. she, some earthly saint.
i live in the dazzling labyrinth of this world
i gallop home, around corners, to the lovely little center of my life, where i use everything until it curling dries up and falls away.
home, all in one piece.
one piece of what? one that is a piece has to be part of something else.
home, all in one, alone, galloping like some beast of two natures.
there are not yet any swords to fall on or skeins of red yarn to choke with. i am home. i wish i could be anywhere else that wasn't a place with just me in it.
send me elsewhere, sword.
send me elsewhere, yarn.
in a parcel, between those two stars, there.
is there such a thing as destiny? and does it clamp me here in the trash town and on the trash sidewalks, walking circuits between trash bars and trash apartments. will it begin and end here, and am i condemned to live a life secreted away from all of the things i want to touch, and see, and taste, and scrape against, and love at, and pray for?
i arrive home, all in one piece. alone.

but, i have two legs...