Jealousy Poem by Carlos Gutierrez

The light from the barn makes a perfect isosceles triangle;
A sign that the doorway is unquestionably open and somebody is soon to return.

I await as I sit on the primrose colored boards,
And count the planes gliding by the amethyst colored sky.

My thoughts deflect reason,
As I embrace conformity.
My body rejects the feeling of inferiority,
While showering itself with a bucket of pity.

I hear her mumbles and moans,
As well as his grunts and purrs.
My attention then catches the protests of the barn,
As it shakes and jerks in a rocking motion, annunciating the climax of their encounter.

Later on I heard that she took a ride on his joystick,
And I found myself jealous.
Of which one of the two?


I still haven't figured it out...