We Love A Mystery Poem by Patti Masterman

We love a mystery-
The hard to get person,
The impossible to possess:
Makes you work, for every second of eye contact;
Any hint of camaraderie, is like the holy grail,
Now within our very sights.
How richly rewarded we feel then,
To get a moment of that attention, bestowed only upon us.
While we have scarcely any energy left over at all,
For even an eyebrow's lift
For our own fawning adorers; busy hanging on our every word,
Their self-sacrificial love for us like a contaminant,
That we just can't abide much more of.
And the fact that they would choose us, above all others
Just makes them that much more sketchy-
Who would choose us over anything?
For we know only too well, our own worth;
There are no mirrors left in our houses,
We go out daily, our hair sticking out,
Food stuck between our teeth, toilet paper tails following behind us-
Stop staring at us with all that seedy worship in your eyes;
It's like a stake being driven slowly through our lives.