testing the waters

testing the waters for pieces of souls
that mingle together swimmingly
on a sunday morning is a rough
guessing job for me.
i'm the one who
never understood
the art of and
never learned how to
read minds as
avidly and naturally
as words at an early age,
so emotions
(others' and mine)
have always been wild
geese: always chased
but always unobtained, un-
seen, and probably a great
deal of other words
starting with "un".
absolute fuckers, most of them.
all absolutely enthralling.

and if i can't fathom this much
about others
then who am i to see anything
about myself?