he said that he was a dog-person.
She said that that was trouble
because she was a cat-person.
And they laughed, and argued
playfully
but with some teeth
about the perceived virtues and
degeneracies
of cat-people and
dog-people.
Then they asked me,
Hey
what kind of person
are you?
And I thought about it
a little
and I said,
I think
I am
a tumbleweed.
And they looked at me
like I was
the idiot.