I plunged into
last week's conversation,
so confident that
our shared knowledge
would prevail
Your puppyish lost look
forced me to phrase my question better

have I just inherited
my father's nasty habit
of never stating clearly what he means
or have I placed our friendship
too soon on the pedestal,
mistaken that our minds are not
quite in sync yet?

I'll like to get an answer from you
so that I can either blame
my linguistic incompetence on my genes
or sheepish remind myself to CHILL, CHILL

tell me
which side of my personality
I'm facing in the mirror