I wait for the day I can be comfortable with you,
Safe in my own skin, approved and appraised by you:
In that moment I will be peaceable, fulfilled.
For now I retain my anxieties, my fears,
The million ways I know I will fail you.
I wait for bare legs, open beers, the familiarity
Of your arm on my shoulders, my hand on your thigh.
For that moment I will swallow my fear,
Cover up the things you'll hate as best I can,
Impersonate a sweet, simple, nice girl
And hope the disguise gets us through to authenticity.