Watching the ducks struggle on broken ice,
we walked, elbows linked, through the North Wood
Puffy-chested cardinals flew over twice,
unafraid. But I was. I hoped you would
see. Instead your tongue was out, catching snow.
I wanted to be marveled at, to be
desired with curious hunger, though,
as I write this, it breeds dishonesty.
Yeah, I read all the Marvel comic books
Sure, I’ve gutted a whole chicken before
No, I don’t choose lovers based on their looks
Hey, I don’t really drink that much, I swore.
But under the frozen canopy, you
taught me it was safe, to tell what was true.
*the north woods, central park, nyc