February 14, 2012

We didn’t exchange explanations he never

Liked explanations he used to kiss me before I finished

Speaking. This time I said it over the phone so he couldn’t curtail

It with his tongue still I was vague with my words and I praised him,

I tried to leave quietly. He’s a know-it-all so he didn’t ask why. 

(He’s the type of guy who is certain there will always be more milk

 For his coffee more blue for his sky).

That boy is more trouble than he’s worth but he’s worth

A lot of trouble worth an affair like refracted light,

Bending the pencil in the glass of water till I believe

It looked like that to begin with till I believe I looked like this

To begin with.

He appreciates my body but I have more to give, I tried giving

It to him but he’s just like Times Square lots of lights and signs and

Advertisements. Now I want to explain

(Because I miss him on the trains where we falter on our feet because

We play a private game where we can’t hold onto the railings)

This second goodbye speaks for itself,

My boy is deaf not dumb.