I will praise any man that will praise me.

Ugh, my allergies hurt.
can't breathe at all, and then,
to top things off, I keep sneezing.

But this isn't the point, the point is tonight's focus.
My focus is my dining room table, mostly,
because I'm sitting under it, the chairs not there.

In the time that I have lived with my mother,
I am the one that sits most frequently at the table,
we've only sat at the table as a family three times.

A birthday, a breakfast, and Christmas dinner.
It's a lonely looking table, I put a fake potted plant
on it, to make it look less...solitary.

I call it my desk, where I sit, and write, be it
under the table or on the table, it is my dusty
domain, my four-legged companion.

Awhile back, I lay under this table,
while holding a conversation with a
hormonal teenage boy who lay atop the table.

He's the one that calls me Noah.
Noah, not for Arks, or Kings, or Bands.
But for the Noah nobody knows.

He's the one that drove me to the beach, and held me up,
when my knees gave out, the one that encourages me to find meaning.
(He also encourages me to make him creme puffs.)

Awhile back he sat there shuffling through a box,
the one he swiped from the storage room,
it belongs to my mother.

He's pulling out all these photos I've never seen,
mostly polaroids (my family makes a habit of it.)
There's one of us sitting at this very table.

It's the day his brother was in the accident.
I'm slumped over the table, sleeping, for once,
and he's there, slumped over, his hands tangled in my hair.

I'm fond of people running their fingers though my hair,
He claims it's because I'm obviously a cat, it's really
because I love some sort of physical interaction with people

No one ever really touches my hair anymore,
save for him, but he's up and gone to Missouri now,
I know right now he's driving through Okalahoma to find meaning.

We lost our meaning a long time ago,
along with our natural smiles and sense of pride,
sometimes we remember it (and bitter smiles grace our lips)

Yeah.
That's what's up.
I don't know really.