My friend (of sorts) Eve is active
– thinks always positive
– is no "depressive."
Her friend Steve is sporty.
She has flawless skin
and . . . she‘s attractive.
She is creative, decorative,
sensitive; her life's intensive.
For her type (how this sickens me)
there’s no adjective.
I see Eve – I wave, “Hey, Eve.”
If we meet, I think, “Naïve.”
But with Eve
nothing’s hazy.
She is quite communicative;
convinces quite ostentatiously.
Natura’ly *
controls Eve –
dealing with her work
and the daily reek.
She is progressive, “alternative,”
innovative, quite impulsive,
skillful and effective.
I hate her so profoundly!
I see Eve – I wave, “Hey, Eve.”
If we meet, I think, “Naïve.”
Were I Eve, I’d have Steve.
My life would be fulfilled
and not so primitive.
“Would be,” “should be” – so unreal!
What “could be,” if I had her deal!
Completely, I live sadly in
the “conjunctive.”
I see Eve – it makes me aggressive.
If we meet, I just cross the street . . .
and quite demonstrably!
* naturally