Me and Her-ing

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It was in your comma,
punctuation,
quotation.

It was in your ridiculously run on…
frag-
ment,
frag-ment-ed
words that curb.

It was in your inspiring,
inquisitive,
inquiring.

It was in your catalog
of questions
questioning.

It was in your particularly
peculiar
particles.

It was in your discreet,
indiscreet
discretion.

It was in your awkward,
so awkwardly
offered

and your frustratingly
gesticulating
genealogy.

That’s where my meandering,
my
me
and
her-ing
went winding into
sordid,
but unsorted
Us-ing.
Falling,
flailing, 
flame,
You and me,
same,
un-saming.

That’s what you do to me,
MisCent
as much sense as nonsense,
nonsensical,
me became Mr.
to Mr. Non Sequitur.