Even Though I Know Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The forts are crawling with delusion and with the
Spent fireworks of where we don’t belong,
Though Alma called me twice today over the insouciant waves:
She wants new breasts: she shaves,
And soon it will be Christmas and I will absolutely have to
By her something.
By all of this writing I feel like I have come to know myself,
And I have discovered the misplaced parks of my childhood,
Near the ocean and the restored school houses,
Though it still doesn’t feel right to be here,
Or to be believing in all of the little things I happen to believe:
I don’t want to see movies anymore,
For they remind me of her perfect life, and the other nicknames
I have cultivated for her,
Even though I know that she does not love me.