To Answer Your Question - Poem by s./j. goldner
I preferred it when—you—were
a stupid boy in love with an ideal of me
(obsessedly orgasmic over his passions)
and not this grown man who has responsibilities
and a life outside his own head.
No, to answer your question:
I cannot stand how you wear a tie to work every morning
How you keep an agenda of appointments
a log of daily events,
interviews, while your secretary feigns a cataloged care.
How me—I—when I respond,
to answer your question,
hear myself say:
No. I'm not in love with you;
There was the boy and now there's the man.
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