I Sit On The Bed


and we talk at each other, though
i feel i'm talking to him. what
i say just bounces back with the
echoes distorted into something
twisted and strange. i know he
feels the same.

i tire, suddenly, of the words, "you're
right" and i want to scream, but i cry
instead and i say aloud, "i don't care
if i'm right, i don't care. it's just
what i see." and he starts again, "no,
you're right." the tears flow faster
and harder and i find myself drowning
in panic caused by the hopelessness
i feel, and am instantly cruel so that
when he says, "outside of my marriage,
this is the longest sustained relationship
i've been in," i reply with a teary, "i
can understand why."


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