I haven’t thought of you in awhile…
(two hens gabbling over previous lies,
building).
Why did you choose to date,
me? Why would anyone choose
to date someone like
me? I am nice. I am comfortable?
I am
A part of me is angry at you.
Angry for teasing me. Angry for
reminded me why I was different.
But mostly I am curious. I want to
understand what made you
do it?
I didn’t hurt you. And you didn’t hurt.
I did enjoy you.
I did.
It’s hard to question that now.
It’s hard to question you?
a blue sweater through a lens,
fall grass, in beauty,
golden, growing, you
saw, amber darkened,
eyes,
a photograph-
on a grandmother’s wall
I remain. Some other man.
