as we talk
behind her
i fell guilty sometimes
yes sometimes
i make it sometimes
with you yes sometimes
and then we talk so
badly behind her back
but we have no plans
or if we have them sinister
we keep them
intact unnerved
less the tangles of the dangles
we make the sound
bearable like water
pre-boiling
we open the window
sometimes yes sometimes
to get a grasp of air
holding on to our hair
breathe
breathe
we decide to live
behind her back
back yes sometimes
it is better this way
less talk more thinking
writing less speaking
there is an exit
but we shall not be there
we are in the lovely prison
of our infidelities
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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