Em 2 Poem by RIC BASTASA

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