Tuesday, May 3, 2011


In answer to a question you'll never ask,
no, I did not think of you much
while I was ill, or when I was over-tired;
my mind steered itself clear,
knowing it lacked the strength to stay
on the right side of obsession.
Or in the first minutes after waking;
I pushed those thoughts away with firmness,
not trusting myself to tell fantasy from reality
that early in the day, and dreading the effort
of returning. Also not while making love,
forcing you from my mind without investigating
too carefully whether thinking of you then
would constitute one betrayal or two.
Other than that: all the time.

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