It’s True – a poem
[A poem written in response to an accusation made with her eyes]
It is true
I conspired
to love you—
that’s why
while you
were sleeping
I’ve sewn
a roller coaster
into the hem
of your dress—
Was it
the shortness
of breath
all that whoosh-
ing & scream-
ing
while you
walked to
your car,
and the insistent
voice,
Again!
Again!
that gave me
away?


