I don’t mind it when they ask me how much I’ve had,

I don’t mind at all if expression is measured in terms of “pints”, “glasses”, “litres”,

They are right to ask. Someone who had once loved me had told me that she’d prefer me drunk

Because then I’ll tell her what she had longed to hear.

The sober one is more rational, discerning, safe.

Safety not because I’m more capable of providing comfort, but because I’m more predictable, more “myself”.

I don’t mind it at all. I don’t mind that there’s a preference towards twins.

I mind only if and because they are all me. And unlike you, I cannot choose.


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