Two & One

two loves have I
and only one pocket

~ D. Bonta

Unseen witness to many
grownup fights, I flushed the first
time I overheard father say
Women are not to be trusted—
they have two mouths.

Decades later,
in a story, a writer said
Love is not a pie.

Two arms, two sleeves, two
pants legs, one right
shoe and one left— Two breasts,
two eyes, two nostrils, a pair
of lips. For decades I thought I

wanted to know who slipped what
into whose pockets. Sometimes now,
I think I don’t really want to know.

 

In response to Via Negativa: Looking back.

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