Things

Suppose I came home after a long drive. Suppose I ease the car into our overstuffed garage Suppose then, when I enter our apartment I discover myself in bed with you doing adulterous things. What would I do? Imagine if we went away. Imagine if when we got home all evidence of our road trip evaporated while we were unpacking. What then? I take a photograph of you while you read my poetry, but then I imagine the battery in the camera is dead, and I will have no memory of what was ever seen or said. You hand me my neurosis pills; say over your shoulder. “Write it out kid, write it out”.