That night, that night
we watched Roshoman again
on Sundance
for the fouth time even,
you told me you thought you loved me
but you couldn’t be sure.
Kurosawa, you said,
was right. We can never be
completely sure.
Not completely sure,
I struggled,
but sure enough.
The last time we watched Roshoman,
I asked you to marry me
and we did not consult
Japanese directors,
nor did we try to reconstruct
the scene of the crime.
Yes.
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